The long legs extending from the flying machine had a tight, rounded, and fleshy allure.
They weren't the sickly thin legs that looked like just bones; at first glance, they gave off an energetic and sexy vibe.
Simply put, just two words—it had "power."
Then came the waist, the hips, the chest, the face—the sense of power only grew stronger, and before even taking it all in, someone might already be mesmerized.
This wasn't a woman; she was more like a gourd of fine wine—wine that could intoxicate a man with just its aroma.
People without enough tolerance couldn't handle this wine. It was too strong, too rich—a fiery spirit beyond most men's grasp.
For those who could handle it, it was the epitome of ambrosia; for those who couldn't, the fine wine was nothing short of a devil in disguise.
Tian Xun had Tian Xin-like golden hair, but her eyes were black, deep, and captivating. Her features were sharp and sculpted, radiating an untamed, fiery beauty.