Chen Nan quietly waited in the private room for almost half an hour.
Suddenly, a crisp clip-clop sound came from outside the door.
It was the sound of high heels tapping on the ground, like beautiful musical notes leaping through the air.
This sound drew closer, carrying with it a mysterious allure.
Shortly after,
the door was gently pushed open and the figure of Yang Ruoshui appeared in Chen Nan's line of sight.
She was clad in a sky-blue blouse, the color of which was like the clear sky, fresh and captivating.
It only served to better accentuate the fullness in front of her, making it seem even prouder. The ample curves were like flowers caressed by the spring breeze, vibrant and full of life, giving off an impression of being on the brink of bursting forth.
Especially when she moved, the slight trembling was all the more eye-catching, like a pebble cast upon a still lake, conjuring enticing ripples.
