An Xiaotong shot Bai Ye a look, then went to the bedroom.
When she emerged again, her slender legs were wrapped in finely textured black stockings. She walked toward him gracefully, the hem of her red skirt swaying with each step, rippling with vivid luster.
The black stockings clung closely to her legs, subtly accentuating the fairness of her skin and the softness of her curves. The contrast between red and black was striking and intense.
At that moment, An Xiaotong possessed both a young girl's bright, playful charm and a touch of effortless allure.
She brushed her hair back, sat on Bai Ye's lap, and asked with a smile, "Do I look good?"
"I have face blindness. I can't tell beauty from ugliness right away. Let me take another look."
An Xiaotong showed off her graceful figure generously, without the slightest hint of shyness at Bai Ye's request.
"How about now? Do I look good?"
Bai Ye smiled. "Of course illusions look good, like flowers in a mirror or the moon reflected in water."
An Xiaotong's smile became even more dazzling. "You think I'm fake? How could anything fake be this real? If you don't believe me, touch me."
She took Bai Ye's hand and placed it on her leg. It was delicate and silky; with the slightest pressure, he could feel the girl's body heat through the stockings, as well as the firm curve beneath.
Bai Ye grinned. "Not bad at all. Looks like I should get Xiao Tong to wear these sometime too."
"Have you had too much to drink? What nonsense are you talking about? I am Xiao Tong. Could there possibly be a second An Xiaotong in this world?"
"Enough, stop pretending. You may look exactly like Xiao Tong, but the food you cook is