Cheng Ying wore a fresh and elegant long dress, and as the breeze blew, the light gauze outlined her enchanting yet fiery figure, her fair little leg as white as jade.
Her white feet, in high-heeled sandals, showed a tender pink hue; each toe was like jade or porcelain, painted with cardamom red, bright and enticing.
Seeing the intense look in Chen Bin's eyes, Cheng Ying felt somewhat embarrassed and gathered her long hair that draped over her shoulders, saying, "Let's go."
"Okay… okay," Chen Bin immediately started the car.
Cheng Ying usually presented herself as a powerful career woman.
Today, she suddenly dressed like this, looking mature yet with a hint of purity, truly beautiful.
Chen Bin glanced at Cheng Ying's long legs a few times in the rearview mirror and asked, "Vice President, where are we going to eat?"
Cheng Ying said, "Just the Izumo Pavilion, I've already reserved a place."
