The curtain drifted to the side like a wandering cloud, and Damien's gaze couldn't help but follow it.
His eyes were set on that jade-like white hand that gently pushed it apart, slender and smooth as if its owner had never experienced an ounce of difficulty in life.
His eyes traveled up her arm, subconsciously tracing the countries of her figure as they made their way to her face:
Stunned.
Instantly, Damien was stunned past the point of reaction, frozen in space.
Could there truly exist a woman so beautiful?
In reality, her appearance wasn't too amazingly stunning. She had long, faded blue hair that carried a color that reflected the sky itself. Her face held a mature charm, but rather than calling her beautiful, it would be better to say she was merely pretty.
Her body was the same. She was positioned in quite the suggestive posture, her long legs and perfect hips instantly attracting any onlooker's attention.
