Lan Jiao had just graduated from university, young and in the prime of her beauty, nowhere near as mature and feminine as the superbly sophisticated Huang Ling.
But she had aspects that far surpassed Huang Ling, her figure in no way inferior, with measurements that far outdid Huang Ling's.
Standing was tempting enough, yet as she leaned over the desk, facing away from Xu Qianli, the curve of her full hips sketched by her skirt made Xu Qianli couldn't help but blink.
It had to be said, she was young, but her figure had developed really well, and together with her pure, innocent face and clear, unblemished eyes, she was simply too perfect.
Back in university, who knew how many male students dreamt of her as their sweetheart, probably a lot of them wanted to pursue her and make her their girlfriend.
In a daze, the shadow of his first love during his university days emerged in his mind, Xu Qianli felt as if he saw his first love's shadow in Lan Jiao.
