Wine-red, black, and her skin as white as snow—the entire person was like a bewitchingly beautiful black rose blooming.
Dubian Che then personally realized what Kiyono Lin meant by "out of reach." It was indeed difficult for a normal person not to feel inferior upon seeing such exaggeratedly beautiful clothes and person.
Jiutiao Meijie was adjusting the position of her black dress. Having waited for a while without Dubian Che coming over, she grew angry. However, when she looked up into the mirror, she saw Dubian Che standing still, staring intently at her.
A smile formed at the corners of her mouth.
"If you perform well today, I'll give you ten minutes to play with me in this outfit."
"Really? Hmm, what are you talking about!"
"Don't you want to?" Jiutiao Meijie's tone was ambiguous as her hand lightly brushed over her swelling chest and slender waist.
