Ye Qingrou walked with grace and lightness. The wave-like curl of her hair swung in front of her forehead, and she gently combed them up with her delicate fingers. Her skin was white and smooth like a piece of ivory carving, but of course, her eyes were still the most attractive feature about her. When she flashed her eyes, a glittering luster flowed in her pupils; when she tucked her lips in a smile, the cherry-like redness of her lips highlighted the pinnacle of beauty that a woman could display.
She was a young girl of slight build, but her body was carved with curves. She was a busty lady but slim at the waist. She was so proud of her body that the quarrels she had with others over whether she was D or E-cupped wouldn’t have been so fierce and intense.
