When Shi Qing met An Yin's eyes, which were like limpid autumn water, he could only point to one of them, "The pink one suits you well."
Shi Qing chose this one because he had seen An Yin wearing it before.
An Yin had fair and delicate skin, and when she wore pink clothes, she seemed so charming and vivid, like a lotus blooming from the water, evoking a feeling of tenderness.
Hearing this, An Yin went to the bedside, picked up the pink coat, her eyes shy and timid.
Seeing the task completed, Shi Qing headed towards the bathroom. When he came out, he saw that An Yin had already changed her clothes.
An Yin's figure was perfectly curvaceous, and even in loose clothing, one could vaguely see her graceful lines.
Shi Qing guessed that if one day An Yin wore a form-fitting dress, she would certainly captivate many men.
"It looks really nice." Seeing An Yin standing hesitantly in place, Shi Qing said sincerely.
