Chen Yuan looked at her dream. She was wearing a black shoulder-length skirt, but the opening of the skirt almost reached the root of her thighs. Her slender legs did not wear silk stockings, but they were shiny with silver, and her toes were painted with red Cardan.

Long, wine-red hair curled around the shoulders and arms, with delicate makeup on the face, and only the lip gloss faded a little.

The boy next to him is as dazzling as a statue of David, but now he is flattering, holding his dreamy hand and laughing pleasantly.

It's also a woman. How can there be so many ways of doing things?...