The moment Chu Youwei stepped out of the bathroom, the entire room seemed to bloom with countless flowers.
She slowly walked toward Jiang Xu.
And Jiang Xu stared at her unwaveringly.
Only when she drew closer did he clearly see the sparkling points on her body.
Her hands were like magnolia buds, her fingers slender and straight, each one appearing like a meticulously carved piece of art.
Her nails were rounded, glowing with a faint pink sheen, like dew condensed on petals in the morning light.
Jiang Xu grasped her delicate wrists.
With a gentle squeeze, the silky touch was like the finest silk, delicate and soft, intoxicating Jiang Xu as if he were drunk.
She was wearing a light blue long dress.
Beneath the hem, her jade feet peeked out now and then.
Her ankles were slender with graceful lines, like the elegant neck of a swan.
The arch of her foot naturally curved, molded perfectly as if by the hand of God.
