The door was opened.
Ailuo Lin stood behind the door, her smooth skin glistening, not minding at all that her fiery body was seen by Ji Xinghuo. She frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
Ji Xinghuo did not answer but simply looked her up and down.
Ailuo Lin stood at about one meter sixty-five, with fair and sleek skin, proud curves, and a beautiful face that was both seductively wild and innocently pure, blending two contradictory temperaments into a unique charm. She leaned casually against the door frame, allowing herself to be observed. With her arms crossed over her chest, every movement she made was laden with strong sexual implications.
Two circuit-like lines ran across her cheeks, extending from the corners of her eyes to the back of her neck, adding a post-modern aesthetic.
Ailuo Lin's body appeared no different from that of an ordinary person.
