Although they had been intimate for quite some time, Wen Sheng still blushed, her head slightly bowed, exuding an irresistible charm.
Fu Yanlin found himself flustered by her demure charm, his gaze fixated on her soft and beautiful jawline, unable to move away.
Thanks to the Western-style tailoring, Wen Sheng's physique was more prominent compared to a simple cheongsam, accentuating her perfect curves.
She seemed delicate but stood erect.
Especially her slender waist, which could barely be encompassed with one hand, was simply irresistible.
Fu Yanlin walked behind her, encountering Wen Sheng's flawless back. Under the soft light, her skin was like creamy jade, delicate as porcelain, shimmering attractively.
Her silky hair, spreading a lustrous black from her shoulders, partially veiling her beautiful back, only increased her allure.
Damn it.
Merely seeing her back, Fu Yanlin was already struggling to control himself.
