During their conversation, Tian Xiaoqian tiptoed quietly to the sofa.
During the day, she dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, her perfect figure tightly wrapped in her clothes.
She perfectly embodied the role of a virtuous young wife, not even allowing guests a chance for an eye feast.
However, at this moment, she wore a white silk camisole.
The straps were thin and seemed loose, as though they might fall off at any moment.
Her snow-white, delicate shoulders and collarbones were fully exposed, radiating an innocent charm.
As she leaned forward slightly, a proud view was faintly visible beneath the open neckline.
Though Tian Xiaoqian was young, she was well-developed.
Moreover, she was the type of woman who could pull off various styles.
If one were to look only above her neck, her petite and delicate face seemed like that of a fresh university student.
But if her cute face were covered and one only looked at her body, she appeared as voluptuous as a fiery young wife.
