In the elegant courtyard, beneath several ancient pines with gnarled trunks.
Meng Zhirong stood there, her flowing white dress blending with her crystalline, snow-white skin. From head to toe, she possessed the charm of a waterside pavilion!
Paired with her waist-length ink-black hair, she looked like a black-and-white ink painting.
"Rustle!"
Meng Zhirong turned around and smiled at Chen Xuan.
Her enchanting figure lent her white dress an indescribable beauty, its curves perfect and full, as though seduction and pure desire had collided.
Even Chen Xuan's eyes lit up!
Beautiful!
Her slightly voluptuous figure displayed the word "enchanting" to perfection... utterly stunning!
Covering her mouth, Meng Zhirong chuckled. "What? Younger Brother Xuan, you don't recognize your sister anymore? Why are your eyes so wide?"
She felt immensely pleased with herself!
She had merely altered the dress to make it a little smaller, yet it had produced such an excellent effect...
"Sister Zhirong, you're even more beautiful today!" Chen Xuan praised frankly, openly looking her over from head to toe.
A woman dressed to please the one she loved!
At that moment, Meng Zhirong's heart was brimming with sweetness, and she was overjoyed!
"Sister Zhirong, where's the grand gift you promised me? Take it out," Chen Xuan asked with a smile.
He knowingly asked the question!
"Whoosh!..."
A peachy blush spread across Meng Zhirong's lovely face, making her especially captivating.
She crooked a jade-like finger at him. "It's inside! Come with me!"
Swaying her graceful figure, Meng Zhirong entered the room.
Various rare flowers and exotic plants adorned the elegant hall, while the dining table was already laden with all manner of delicious delicacies.
Chen Xuan stared in astonishment and pointed at the table. "This... is the grand gift?"
"Of course! I made it myself. Doesn't that count?" Meng Zhirong retorted