The warmth of the sunlight gently sprinkled throughout the office.
Chu Youwei sat in her chair working, resembling a painting that could move.
Her smooth, black hair was loosely held up by an exquisite hairpin.
A few strands fell beside her fair neck, fluttering slightly like black satin ribbon, emitting a soft luster.
Her features were delicate and gentle, her eyes revealed a scholarly air, she focused intently on the documents on her desk, her long eyelashes occasionally fluttered.
Her nose was straight, lips like cherries, the corners of her lips slightly upturned with a faint smile, as if nothing in the world could disturb her peace.
She wore a tailored business suit, which perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure.
Her slender waist barely a handful, her long legs elegantly crossed beneath the hem of her skirt.
