Being rudely and abruptly kicked out of memories is rather unpleasant, not to mention Li Zhibai now wearing Mei Hua attire, once that girl named Tong Jun, has become an indispensable part of her beautiful memory.
In the memory, the sunlight was warm, the young girl let the wind blow the willow tips, white horse, spring shirt.
The night in memory was clear, the girl dressed in starlight and moonlight.
And now.
"..."
Li Zhibai furrowed her brows, staring at the woman in front of her.
Only to see Zhu Pingniang clad in fiery red, each step she took made the hem of her skirt ripple, resembling a swaying sea of flowers.
The woman before her wore a blood-red long dress, a daring strapless, revealing part of her fair skin, the skirt tail slightly long, seemingly ready to drag on the ground, as the woman swayed her slender waist, tight legs faintly visible.
She is an absolute enchantress.
Even Li Zhibai had to admit... Zhu Pingniang had a lethal attraction in her gestures.
However.
