After a while, Ningyan came out, and Zhuo Junyue's eyes widened instantly.
She was in an off-shoulder azure long dress that trailed on the ground, exuding nobility and elegance. The beautiful clavicle was subtly visible, and the fabric of the dress was so delicate it seemed almost transparent, slightly reflective like the wings of an angel, yet not revealing at all.
The hem of the dress was an arch from low to high, elegantly draped, exposing her shapely, jade-white legs. The edges of the dress were dotted with tiny diamonds, sparkling like numerous beautiful dews at dawn.
Ningyan had a rather tall and well-proportioned figure, yet her legs were particularly impressive.
Usually, she dressed conservatively and her outfits were quite loose, so it was not noticeable.
But now, that long dress hugged her figure so finely, the deep cleavage subtly visible.
As a man, he felt like he was about to get a nosebleed.
