When she returned to the hall, Anjue was waiting for her. Seeing her come out from the corner, he waved at her, she smiled slightly and walked over.
"It's late, shall we go back?"
Anjue checked the time and nodded, "Let's go."
The two left arm in arm.
A perfect match, made in heaven.
After they left, many people commented on how well-matched their departing figures were. Although Ye Xiaoyu's figure appeared petite next to Anjue, the feeling was very harmonious. The man was strong, the woman gentle.
No matter how you look at it, they're a perfect match.
Few people had seen Ye Xiaoyu's face until today. Her skin was as flawless as a porcelain doll, with big eyes full of light. Her clothes weren't too revealing, yet every curve was perfectly proportioned.
She had an exquisite figure.
Back at the apartment, she casually kicked off her shoes; the floor had a thick carpet, neither slippery nor cold.
