She was dressed in a plain white dress, her silky hair cascading down her back.
On the girl's delicate, porcelain-like face sat a pair of coffee-colored framed glasses, her face natural and unadorned.
Her entire demeanor emitted an air of astuteness, intelligence, and generosity.
Scattered on the ground were numerous documents, with a half-open file box lying beside the girl.
The girl's legs were beautiful, with rounded ankles, slender calves, and shapely thighs.
Yang Fei had never seen such beautiful legs before.
The girl's legs were surprisingly long, their lines so naturally graceful.
Her fair skin revealed faint blue veins, meandering and extending like tender bamboo shoots in the mountains.
Yang Fei wondered if a man's emotions could undergo an unusual change after an extreme danger.
Yang Fei looked at the pair of beautiful legs, reluctant to shift his gaze away.
"Hey, what are you looking at? What kind of magic have you cast on me?"
