Liu Mianmian was unusually dressed today in a pomegranate dress, its color as red as a pomegranate, deepening from top to bottom. Her exposed shoulder was as fair and delicate as the freshly peeled egg, even more enticing.
She was tall and slender, and as the breeze brushed by, her skirt fluttered lightly, like a red butterfly about to take flight.
She usually wouldn't wear makeup, yet she had dressed up today.
Her fair face was tinged with two faint shades of red, adding a touch of blood but without any trace of vulgarity, as if this was her natural color.
The slightly dull lips from usual days were now tinted with vermilion, perfectly matching her pomegranate dress.
Her hair was styled into a flying fairy bun, adorned with alternating gold and jade accessories, playful yet luxurious, luxurious yet serene.
Her steps were neither hurried nor slow, descending the steps one by one, each one landing in Liu Xinghe's admiration.
He rubbed his forehead.
It was truly exasperating.
