He admitted, she was perfect.
Slim waist and lovely hips, not exaggerated like Western women, everything was just right; her skin was extremely white, like porcelain, and especially under the crystal light, it glowed.
Her face also met the standards of Eastern aesthetic, with willow-browed eyes and almond-shaped eyes, not the prevailing v-shaped face, making her highly recognizable.
Also her lips, when taken in the mouth, were moist, like they were frozen, he had tasted them...
Taking another deep breath, Felix Shaw re-wet the towel and started wiping Mia Foster's body. As the towel touched her neck, a murmured voice arose, "Felix Shaw...why don't you like me..."
Stopping his motion of wiping, looking at the woman frowning and murmuring, Felix also frowned, "Mia, give me a little more time... After I've handled things outside, we can live our days well..."
