Mu Yin unexpectedly found herself in the mood to dress up, choosing a white ruffled collar long dress that made her slender waist barely graspable, and the breeze coming through the window lifted her skirt, lending her an ethereal, otherworldly charm.
In front of the mirror, she applied light makeup, carefully spreading Armani lip color, adding a touch of rosiness to her pale and translucent skin, which made her look much more vibrant.
Her small, dainty white feet slipped into white sandals, charmingly sexy yet not without allure, as if they were heart-capturing sprites.
Bo Fengheng's discerning eyes seemed to fixate on her, especially when his gaze fell from her snow-white legs to those small feet, he couldn't help but swallow hard, unable to divert his eyes.
She insisted on wearing sandals despite his advice against it.
Fortunately, the area had been cleared, and hardly anyone saw it.
Now he held her to sleep every night, feeling tormented by every passing night.
