Feng Nan frowned. Her long black and straight hair had been permed into big waves that fell on her chest.
From Zhao junhan's seat, he could easily see her, her skirt squeezing out her alluring curves.
She seemed to be very clear about her own charm, and her every move was filled with an indescribable temptation, exuding a charming fragrance.
To be honest, when Zhao junhan had first met Feng Nan, he had only felt that her personality was well-behaved and did not surprise him. She was like a well-bred young lady with a reserved manner and a sense of propriety. He had thought that she was a suitable partner to be a wife, but after getting to know her better, he realized that it was only her appearance.
