Just by looking at the marks on the woman's body, they could imagine how intense the battle had been.
It was hard not to blush.
Ye Qingqiu was beautiful and had been known as a beauty since she was young.
No one could compare to her arrogance. She had a personality that others found difficult to like and a temperament and charm that others could not envy.
Li Tingshen admitted that he had seen her at her prettiest.
However, the moment he looked up, his eyes narrowed uncontrollably.
This woman's beauty was probably elastic.
Every time, she had the ability to break the highest understanding of beauty.
The photographer in the bridal shop held the camera and kept changing her posture to retain Ye Qingqiu's appearance.
Ye Qingqiu was a little embarrassed by the ambiguous look on her face. She didn't feel restrained in the past, but now, she felt a little nervous.
"How is it?"
