Leaning down, he continued to kiss her cold lips, his hand removing the last layer of her dress.
Chu Qingyi's skin was pale and delicate, slender and gentle, far less seductive and fiery than Nangong Mili.
She was not as enchanting and graceful as their master Yun Wanshang, nor as alluring and exquisite as junior sister Xiao Xiyue.
Yet, her proportions were nearly perfect.
Her snow-like bosom resembled overturned jade bowls, just filling a single palm; her slender waist swayed like a willow, her curves elegant and breathtaking. Her delicate, round hips were plump and firm, and her long legs were shapely and exquisitely proportionate, utterly flawless.
Lu Changsheng slid off the white jade boots and silk stockings from her snow-white legs, revealing a pair of tender, beautifully shaped jade-like feet.
