"Good boy, wake up. It's time to get up."
Early in the morning, a gentle voice with an indescribable sweetness rang in Wang Yue's ears, waking him from his sleep. He had fallen asleep last night while lost in thought.
Opening his eyes, Wang Yue saw a face that was both lovely and charming, beautiful with a hint of coquettishness.
This was a woman whose age was hard to guess. Judging by her appearance, she seemed to be in her twenties, but the mature and enchanting charm she exuded was beyond the reach of a young girl in her twenties.
Due to the hot weather, she was dressed lightly. Her moon-white top barely contained her ample bust, which seemed to strain against the fabric, creating a deep cleavage in the middle.
Her waist, though not as slender as a young girl's, was by no means plump.
She wore a black mini skirt that perfectly outlined her round and shapely hips.
