In a cliché manner, one might say: "Chen Xiaolian was disheveled in the wind."
Perched atop this stone monument, watching Miao Yan approach from beside the underground river, her movements akin to a startled rabbit, she arrived at the base of the stone monument and came to a halt.
Miao Yan, clad in a snug leather jacket, possessed a curvaceous and fiery figure. Just her long, shapely legs alone were strikingly prominent. Standing before the stone monument, she carefully examined it before suddenly producing an object resembling a cellphone and began capturing images of the inscription.
Observing Miao Yan's actions, Chen Xiaolian remained motionless, his mind as tangled as a ball of yarn, utterly clueless about what was happening.
After swiftly completing her photography session, Miao Yan turned around, stowed away the device, and seemingly glanced into the distance. Then, abruptly, the young woman squatted down.
