The naturally tousled curls draped over her shoulders, and beneath the delicate Emei brows sat a pair of beautiful eyes filled with a thousand kinds of tenderness. Below the statuesque jade nose, sexy red lips slightly parted to reveal pearly white teeth.
She was so beautiful, so sexy.
In her usual days at the hospital, Su Xiaonuan dressed in a standardized way, with her sexy and curvaceous figure, but her too thick and darkly painted brows, and her rigid black-framed glasses, always gave people the impression that, although beautiful, she seemed somewhat unapproachable.
But at this moment, Su Xiaonuan was without the little suit, without the pencil skirt, without the black-framed glasses, and even more without the stiff black high heels.
In their place was a black form-fitting short skirt.
It not only made her skin appear snow-white.
