While she advised Xu Qianli to be cautious of women, the Holy Daughter, with her seductive body, pressed herself against him, actively throwing herself into his arms. Her large, soft breasts were squeezed flat, and she even raised a foot, gently rubbing Xu Qianli's calf with the tip of her shoe.
Her little hands had already climbed onto Xu Qianli's shoulders, her gaze becoming increasingly flirtatious, a tongue sliding over the corner of her mouth, deliberately emitting an ultimate seduction, nearly snatching Xu Qianli's soul away.
Seducing men wasn't her forte, and it was her first attempt, but she was confident she could bewitch Xu Qianli.
After all, she was the Holy Daughter of the Qingshan Association, possessing unparalleled beauty and a nation-toppling appearance.
She gave her all, refusing to believe Xu Qianli could resist unless he wasn't a man.
No, even if he wasn't a man, he wouldn't escape her grasp. Sooner or later, she'd conquer him!
