Misunderstood Her

Xu Ze's mind abruptly recalled the extremely soft touch of the young woman's skin on his hands.

Under the illuminating glow of the bright lights projecting down from the ceiling of the dressing room, that delicate little face of Yu Xi looked uncannily holy, and her skin seemed to exude a faint, soft light. The fine white lights reflected the lines on the young woman's face, thereby making the young woman's profile appear so soft that even the tiny fluff on her face, which was as white as porcelain, could be seen.

By some mysterious means, the young woman managed to tick Xu Ze's heartstrings in the invisible. There was not even a need for her to do anything whatsoever.

The young woman's features are very beautiful: her eyes are big, her nose is upturned, her lips are red, her neck is slender, her collarbone is very delicate, and then...