Murong Qingqing was lazily flipping through a magazine while seated on the sofa, her shapely and straight legs naturally crossed over each other...
Simply breathtaking!
After a fleeting glance over her enchanting figure, Hu Xiaobei couldn't help but marvel from the bottom of his heart.
Honestly, Murong Qingqing wasn't striking any poses right then, but she still looked stunning enough to make one's heart tremble...
"Xiaobei, dear, you're here!"
With such a graceful greeting, Murong Qingqing slightly lifted her head and clasped the fashion magazine she was holding!
"Yes!"
Hu Xiaobei nodded lightly, smiling.
At that moment, Murong Qingqing appeared composed, but Hu Xiaobei knew this composure was feigned.
Because her dark nylon stockings were all twisted...
Hu Xiaobei knew that just a moment ago, she and Song Xue'er must have hurriedly dressed themselves, resulting in the stockings being so twisted...
