Shen Yingtian turned around and his eyes widened instantly.
A woman of about twenty-six or seven years old walked in from the door. She had shiny, straight black hair, unprocessed but perfectly arranged. Her face, small as a palm, was white and tender. When she realized she was being stared at, two red blushes appeared on her cheeks, making her appear so demurely shy that no one could bear to tease her.
Her delicate features were flawless. Her bright big eyes flickered, as if they could talk, making hearts flutter, and they were extraordinarily spirited. Her petite rosy lips contrasted sharply with her fair skin. A pair of dimples evenly distributed on both sides of her cheeks. A gentle smile revealed the hint of dimples on her cheeks.
She was wearing a white shirt and tight jeans, which were simple, but on her tall figure, it was as if a top model was walking on the runway.
