In the evening, Xu Huai'an stepped out of the office building only to see Qianxue waiting for him at the door. She was dressed in a figure-hugging beige crochet knit cardigan layered with matching knee-high boots. Her hair was lightly curled, and her face bore a discrete use of make-up, exuding a demure and winsome charm.
From the side, her slender shoulders, full figure, wasp waist, and long legs outlined an impeccable and shapely silhouette that left nothing to the imagination. She was so delicate and well-proportioned that it was impossible to tell she had ever borne a child.
She held a bouquet of fiery red roses in her hands.
He smiled, never having enough of her delicate beauty.
"Qianxue," he called her gently and quickly walked towards her, the joy on his handsome face impossible to disguise. After all, this was the first time she had ever sought him out on her own.
