In the misty steam, Boss Qi wrapped in a towel, walked barefoot over.
The inherent aloof air combined with an unparalleled appearance, even over forty, still stirring like spring breeze.
The dignified features bore a smile, yet that aloofness wouldn't let anyone easily approach, keeping others at a distance.
There are many kinds of beauties, especially among the women around Lin Fan.
Whether it's noble as Chen Jiayi, pure as Bai Xue, lively like his young aunt, Li Huifang, or innocent like the little girl Xie Qian; seductive like his aunt Xu Jingyi, dynamic like Zhao Jiaqi, or sexy like Su Yufei, each woman could be described with a single word.
But when Boss Qi appeared, only 'elegance' could describe it. This magnificence needed no words, but the nobility carried the demeanor of Martial Artist royalty, which was distinct from Qiu Qingyi's maturity.
