Wen Yuan, who was mentally prepared, when her eyes met Lin Jiajing's, stared without blinking, let alone the shock felt by others.
The little black dress, with layers of tulle and lace, resembled petals adorning Lin Jiajing's delicate and tempting small chest and her exquisite oval face. Black dotted stockings elongated a pair of supremely beautiful legs, the most lethal temptation. The attention-grabbing red high heels were a design that seemed intent on inciting sin.
Lin Jiajing brushed her hair blown by the wind, lifted her head, and noticed the spotlights around her; her cheeks reddened and then she looked down again.
The onlookers around the beauty were tactful, seeing that there was a handsome man standing and waiting beside her.
A perfect match of talented male and beautiful female could destroy many people's foolish daydreams in an instant.
