If he compared her dress to the models he had seen on the runaways, it was way too simple. She was not wearing some two pieces of strippy or sexy clothes like them. But what she wore, and the way she looked was exactly what turned him on.
He could see her exposed cleavage and her curves enticed him even more. That momental navel of hers was making his finger shake; it craved for a touch. Further down, she was wearing black ankle jeans combined with a diamond-encrusted slim anklet that sat on her left ankle glorifying that naked snow-white foot.
That entire view made his throat run dry. He was so infatuated by her bold appearance that he forgot his gentlemanly manners; he kept staring at her without blinking.
And, for god's sake, if eyes could do the deed, then Mo Jia would've long lost her virginity.
