Nighttime.
South Suburb of Yang City.
A certain part of a vast manor.
Sun Zhe descended from the sky like a deity, landing with a dramatic pose a few meters in front of Han Xinyue.
But Han Xinyue, instead of being infatuated, rolled her eyes at him.
"Vain. Childish."
Sun Zhe slowly stood up, looking at the mature and sensual beauty before him. He hadn't even greeted her yet, and already his mind was wandering, feeling a heat in his lower abdomen.
That alluring figure was enticing from every angle!
Her upper body was dressed in a strapless crop top, overlaid with a white mesh knitted top, revealing her smooth abdomen and navel, adding a touch of nobility to her allure.
She wore a silver sequined pencil skirt below, which sparkled subtly even in dim light, attracting attention without being ostentatious; a few centimeters of lace trim at the hem was both exquisite and seductive.
