Chu Xuan released "Xiao Xue's" hand upon hearing this. Ji Mingyu was somewhat unwilling, but couldn't think of a good excuse to stop him, so she could only watch helplessly as the person she held dear took steps towards the arms of another woman...
As he ascended the stone steps and lifted the heavy beaded curtains, what appeared before Chu Xuan was a striking beauty in a crimson long dress.
Her long, jet-black hair was neatly pinned up with a phoenix hairpin, her delicate oval face was fair and exquisite, her lashes slightly curled, with a pair of enchanting and alluring almond-shaped eyes, a high and straight nose, and a faint, elusive smile on her lips.
Her figure was more graceful and tall than the average woman, with a voluptuous curve on her chest, and a slender waist so thin it seemed it could barely be clasped, appearing mature and luscious, the epitome of elegance and temptation.
