Ma Xiaotao had already shed the loose, languid bathrobe from last night and changed into her signature fiery red gown.
The crimson brocade dress was tailored to perfection, its cinched waist accentuating her slender, supple waist and exquisitely curved figure.
The hem fell at just the right length, revealing half of her fair, well-proportioned calves with their smooth lines.
Her skin was as flawless as jade, gleaming with a delicate luster beneath the morning light.
A pair of exquisite red high heels in the same shade subtly added to her height, making her already tall figure appear even more slender and upright, her bearing graceful and alluring.
At this moment, every movement she made exuded an enticing, seductive charm.
The girlish innocence had faded from her, replaced by the bewitching allure of a peerless beauty.
Her long crimson hair had been combed smooth and neat, casually draped over her shoulders.
Her brows and eyes were radiant, her makeup fresh and elegant; her entire person was dazzlingly beautiful and unmatched in grace.
When she looked up and saw Yan Shaozhe standing outside the door, panic instantly seized her unguarded heart.
The ambiguous scene of being alone with him last night, the fluttering feelings that had quietly arisen deep into the night, and all the ways she had taken the initiative with Li Changqing flooded into her mind at once.
A young woman's embarrassment and shyness swept through her body, leaving none of the composure and stubborn resolve she had shown moments ago.
A deep flush instantly stained her fair cheeks, spreading from her face to the tips of her ears, while even her neck turned a faint pink.
Her gaze darted away, revealing all her bashfulness and unease.
How did she retain even a trace of her usual proud dominance and