“It’s you?”
Chen Xiaolian walked into the room and proceeded to walk by the long and gorgeous dining table.
The figure seated at the end of the table had a slender and elegant body with long black hair tied into a bun in the style of a noble lady. Unexpectedly, a gold coloured pearl hairpin, which exuded an Eastern atmosphere, was inserted into her hair.
She was dressed in a beautiful red coloured evening dress, strapless style, which exposed her bare white shoulders, and had a very low chest neckline. The resulting gully was one full of temptation and charm.
Red lipstick had been applied upon her lips and her hand held onto a glass of red wine while she twirled it gently. Her other hand was holding onto a dining knife. The blade of the knife was resting on the surface of the table while her fingers lightly stroked the handle of the knife.
