Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the clouds and scattered over the light white gauze short skirt, setting off that tall, slender figure and soft, graceful body.
Yun Yao's long hair fell loose down her back, the slightly damp strands giving off a faint sheen. One could even see a drop of water sliding down her long, fair neck, coming to rest in the curve outlined by her bent collarbone.
Over her chest was only a white short garment protecting her private parts, as thin and light as the skirt, seemingly part of a matching bathrobe set.
On her feet were exquisite cloud-brocade embroidered shoes, light and gorgeous, perfectly complementing her jade-like feet that seemed like works of art.
Her petite, delicate toes looked like a perfect creation bestowed by the heavens.
The lines were smooth, the arches dainty and beautiful; every inch of space gave off an elegant rhythm.
Lin Heng had already exhausted every beautiful word he could think of to praise the pretty beauty before him.
He had not expected that a Senior Sister with a pure-desire style would be so heart-stirring to look at.
A new year brought a new atmosphere; in the Year of the Dragon, the dragon raised its head.
Whether the dragon raised its head or not, he did not know, but right now, the bull had definitely raised its head.
Seeing him stunned for a moment, Yun Yao followed his gaze downward, then hurriedly took two steps back.
Good heavens. Good freaking heavens.
Fine, he was staring at her feet, but what did drooling mean?
Could it be that he even had that kind of strange fetish!?
"Hey! Have you looked enough? Look any more and I'll dig your eyes out!" Yun Yao put on a fierce expression and held up two