Under the tangerine-colored bedside lamp, Wu Xingxing was truly a beauty who seemed to have stepped right out of a painting.
Her cheeks were rosy, as if she had just sipped on some aged wine.
Strands of her hair, still not completely dry, clung to her forehead, adding to her already charming appearance a touch of shy coyness.
"It's past midnight now, today is your birthday, and I want to be the first to celebrate it for you!" Standing in front of the bed, Wu Xingxing said timidly.
Li Qing glanced at the time, twelve o-eight.
Indeed, it was already the next day.
"Qingzi, take me today!"
Wu Xingxing shyly lowered her head, untying the bath towel wrapped around her.
With a whoosh, the bath towel fell to the ground.
A lithe yet substantial exquisite figure was exposed in front of Li Qing.
Li Qing's breath hitched suddenly, as a blazing fire ignited within him.
His gaze greedily admired Wu Xingxing's crystal-clear, snow-like skin.
