Shi Yue had a great figure, perfectly suited for tight jeans. Paired with a white, short-sleeved shirt, she looked youthful and vibrant. Those long, straight legs of hers, not a single man would ever tire of them in a lifetime.
Compared to Bai Shutong, Shi Yue's presence was slightly less compelling, but her physique and beauty were resilient. Especially her eyes, which were remarkably unique, faintly reflecting a hint of azure amidst her Oriental features, reminiscent of the charm of Western Regions women.
How could a fool like Wu Yong resist such temptation?
Standing next to Shi Yue were a balding middle-aged man in hemp trousers and a grey shirt, and a woman in her fifties wearing a floral dress.
They were actors from a theater troupe that Shi Yue had hired from the city's entertainment square, each costing three hundred yuan.
