A Chance Encounter

Mu Nujiao had a delicate, oval face without a single flaw. Her long lashes framed bright, expressive eyes above a straight nose and glossy red lips. Her skin was fair and luminous.

She was tall, with graceful curves and a beautifully proportioned figure.

Even her plain school uniform traced the curves of her lovely body.

Her exquisite collarbones were as smooth as fine jade, drawing the eye to the fullness below.

Her shirt fitted closely at the waist, accentuating her slender, graceful figure.

Her skirt reached only her thighs. Black knee-high socks covered her long, straight legs, leaving a tantalizing strip of fair skin exposed.

Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, its silken strands swaying lightly as she walked.

She looked like a fairy who had descended into the mortal world, radiant and otherworldly.

Yet she could just as easily have been an enchantress, alluring and breathtaking.

Simply put, she had the face of an angel and the figure of a devil!

Even the beautiful Ai Tutu beside her seemed a little less dazzling.

But Ai Tutu could hold her own against anyone, especially with her striking figure and captivating curves, which left other women feeling inadequate.

She drew eyes wherever she went. It made people wonder whether the buttons on her shirt could truly hold everything in.

Unlike Mu Nujiao, she wore short white socks rather than knee-high ones, leaving her shapely calves uncovered.

Her exposed thighs were straight and flawless, ivory-white with a slight sheen. They looked so supple that one could hardly resist the urge to touch them.

Her cute face brimmed with youthful energy, a sharp contrast to her astonishing figure. It brought a certain phrase to mind...

Ai Tutu linked arms with Mu Nujiao. Suddenly, her face fell and she pouted.

"Ah...