After a brief silence, he let go of her hand.
What was wrong with him? Why was he so frustrated and confused, no longer himself?
Zhan Qipei sat back down in front of the sofa, glancing occasionally at the tightly closed door, and waited for twenty minutes.
"Click—" The door was pushed open from the inside.
Upon hearing the noise, Zhan Qipei turned his head to look, and his pupils brightened suddenly at the sight of the meticulously dressed girl.
The silk fabric clung smoothly to her body, perfectly outlining her exquisite figure. Her snow-like skin glowed against the backdrop of the black evening dress.
The high slit on one side, made of semi-transparent silk, subtly revealed the girl's legs, comparable to those of an international supermodel, tantalizingly half-concealed.
Not only that, but the girl's face was carefully made up, her features gentle, her nose petite, and her lips brightly colored, indescribably beautiful!
