Imagination
"Come, have some tea!" Jin Lihui poured him a cup.
"Ah, sure, I was just thirsty!" Qin Zhao desperately wanted to close the distance between them, smiling brightly.
However, just then, footsteps sounded on the stairs.
The sound made everyone present look up.
Naturally, it was Jin Muyao coming down the stairs.
Her soft, lustrous long hair draped over her shoulders, swaying slightly with movement, framing an exquisitely beautiful face.
She had changed into a pale fringed top, a gray short skirt, and a pair of long boots.
Her legs were slender and long, her slim waist fully displayed.
Though the outfit's overall colors were light and quite simple,
on Jin Muyao, it carried a uniquely elegant and beautiful feeling.
It was also cute and sweet, utterly breathtaking.
To let Shen Wuxiao see her most beautiful side, Jin Muyao had put no little thought into it these past two days.
All sorts of famous fashion designers and stylists had been brought in.
After trying this and that, she had still been dissatisfied.
In the end, she chose something simpler.
Yet it was precisely because it was simple that it was even more stunning.
Jin Lihui and Luo Qingwan exchanged a glance and nodded in satisfaction.
This daughter had always been their pride, the jewel in their palms, cherished beyond measure from childhood to adulthood.
Qin Zhao saw her too and froze for a long time.
His eyes followed Jin Muyao all the way downstairs and still had not turned away.
Luo Xuancheng was displeased.
Fuck, she was his cousin-in-law's woman, and this guy dared stare at her? Fuck him.
Luo Xuancheng hurriedly gave him a light shove. "Brother Qin, weren't you thirsty? Drink some water!"
"Oh!" Qin Zhao snapped back to his senses and reached for the water, only