Especially Lu Yumei's diagonally draped dress with a slit on the side, made of a silk-cotton blend that was soft yet textured.
The hem fluttered lightly in the river breeze, as if at any moment it might fly away from her body. During its undulations, a pair of alluring, snow-white long legs were exposed under the daylight, so revealing, so lustrous.
Indistinctly, it seemed as if even the roots of her thighs might be exposed, as though if you looked carefully from the front, you could see a view of that particular area.
Plus, with her hands cushioning her head and her snow-white arms bending, revealing delicate armpits. The curve at her chest remained full and rounded, arrogantly unique.
A woman like this was at her most enchanting.
Liu Zhizhong had thought she was awake, since from the side, it indeed seemed so, as her wavy hair, tossed by the river wind, wildly obscured most of her face.