The weather was hot, Qiao Xia stripped down in the walk-in closet, her slender and fair figure perfectly displayed before him. The afternoon sun was like a warm glow upon her, making her skin appear even whiter than snow, delicate and breakable, exuding a kind of addictive charm, with her curves in all the right places, slender waist, full hips, and long legs, impossibly perfect.
This beauty was his to enjoy alone.
Mu Liang watched the screen with a fiery gaze.
Qiao Xia changed into a white house dress, gently caressed her abdomen, and with a soft smile, Mu Liang was a bit mesmerized.
She was beautiful and touching.
There seemed to be an enchanting aura about her.
Every move she made radiated a charm that ensnared the heart.
...
Qiao Xia went downstairs, sorted the things she bought into the refrigerator, took out some vegetables, started a fire, cooked some millet porridge, washed the vegetables cleanly, and methodically prepared a delicious meal for herself.
