Only Zhao Ying'er's silhouette appeared from a misty haze, her chiffon gown fluttering in the breeze like a blooming orchid.
She stepped with lotus-like grace, appearing beside Xu Wendong, bringing with her a faintly aromatic scent.
"Lin Mo! Where are the others?" A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Ying'er's eyes, as clear as autumn waters, and her pearly teeth showed with her slightly parted red lips.
She glanced around, finding no sign of the other women, her slender brows gently furrowing.
Xu Wendong was also taken aback, his nose filled with Zhao Ying'er's unique jasmine fragrance.
"Why are you here?" He said with some surprise.
"Why can't I be here?" Zhao Ying'er suddenly pouted, a hint of watery grievance shimmering in her eyes: "Are you hoping other women show up here?" Before her words were finished, she puffed up and walked to Xu Wendong, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breath.
