The black shirt wrapped the woman tightly, but still revealed a pair of legs, snow-white yet scarred.
The mix of black and white, along with blood-like red, appeared seductive and sensual, with an inexplicable dark yet tempting allure.
The little enchantress had an exceedingly perfect figure, delicate and fragile, with well-proportioned curves flowing smoothly and gracefully.
And at this moment, she was still wearing his clothes…
Song Yi was inherently a soft and alluring woman, displaying her feminine charm to its fullest.
A woman wearing a man's clothes—only they themselves know the depth of temptation it poses to a man.
Song Yi had the talent to captivate and enchant a person endlessly.
In this state, only he could see her, which is why he took the key.
Tang Si knelt on one knee on the back seat near the door, and took a coat from the front.
He draped it over her, his voice hoarse: "Put it on, don't catch a cold."
