Seeing Lu Yuqing and Liu Zhizhong come in, Zhang Yuxing just turned around and gave them a lukewarm nod, raising her hand to signal them to sit first.
This woman's face, it's really quite youthful.
Although she's wearing light makeup, you can tell she's naturally beautiful, probably even more so in her youth.
An oval face, fine and long eyebrows, somewhat deep and icy eyes, a narrow and pretty nose, paired with thin, rosy cherry lips—she does have the vibe of a classic mature beauty.
Only, Liu Zhizhong only had to look at her shadow to know that Zhang Hongyang's little niece was a slender and tall beauty, with a tempting little raised behind at that.
But face to face, well damn!
That sheer white blouse had a wide, fitted collar, from which two firm arcs could be discerned, tautly pressed together.
As she just turned around, those two arcs quivered slightly, revealing how firm they truly were!
That slender waist, really like a willow branch, full of grace indeed.
