"Qin Tian, do you think I'm pretty?"
Out of the blue, Fan Bing blurted out this sentence, startling Qin Tian who nearly fell from his chair.
At this moment, Fan Bing, probably due to having drunk too much, had a flushed face and a blurred gaze. Her beautiful eyes shone as if they were lit, staring at Qin Tian.
Earlier, when Fan Bing was happily drinking, she took off her coat. Now, she was wearing only a white camisole, leaning lazily on a tiger-striped sofa. She lay there like Sleeping Beauty, her white chiffon skirt partially covering her pale thighs, giving Qin Tian a hazy, tantalizing beauty that made him involuntarily swallow his saliva.
Exactly when Fan Bing asked Qin Tian the question, she flirtatiously tossed her head and touched her red cheeks lightly, adjusting the hair beside her ears—she looked stunning.
Alluring! Tempting!
