With a bashful expression, Lin Youlan entered Zhang Bin's room and quickly closed the door behind her, locking it.
She was clearly worried about being seen, and even more worried that Yang Yiyi might barge in and ruin her plans.
Tonight, Lin Youlan was dressed in an exceptionally beautiful and alluring manner. She wore a white silk blouse and a black micro-skirt, her snow-white legs bare and fully exposed. They were slender, delicate, and fair, gleaming with a tempting luster under the light. They could definitely rival the pair of legs belonging to Tian Bingbing that Zhang Bin was so obsessed with.
Her dark hair was long, spilling down to her waist like a dark, cascading cloud. Her smile bloomed like a flower, reserved only for Zhang Bin. Her large eyes were like lakes, brimming with the charm of spring, countless ripples dancing within them, reflecting the image of a single man—and that man was, of course, Zhang Bin.
