She wasn't overtly sensual like Tang Lifen, whose every move exuded raw seduction.
Instead, Chen Yulan's beauty was more refined, her figure perfectly sculpted, her skin like the finest jade—flawless and pure, with no trace of imperfection.
To Zhang Wei, women like Tang Lifen were the kind you could have endless fun with—someone to toss around playfully all night, to go on thrilling dates with, to laugh and enjoy the highs of life.
But Chen Yulan evoked a different feeling in him.
She was someone you could simply hold, walking silently down a deserted road as the cold wind whispered around you, needing no words to fill the space between you.
In Zhang Wei's mind, women were like clothes.
A wardrobe should be filled with variety—not too many, but not too few, each one perfect for a different occasion.
You couldn't wear the same outfit for too long, or it would lose its charm.
