When Jiang Feng arrived at Southern City Hospital, Murong Qian was still there.
She had just finished her work and hadn't had time to take off her white coat.
Her graceful and fiery figure, wrapped in her professional attire, exuded a unique charm.
Nose like jade, teeth like pearls, almond-shaped eyes, peach-like lips—no matter when you looked at her face, it was always breathtakingly beautiful.
Underneath the elegant and smooth lines of her delicate cheeks was a straight and captivating jade-like neck. The near-transparent whiteness of her skin at the collarbone blended seamlessly with the white collar of her coat, making it hard to discern where one ended and the other began.
Below the collar, a proud pair of curves stood high, inviting both covetous thoughts and potential transgression. Her slender waist and slightly rounded hips formed a perfect arc, further enhanced by her innate sensuality and slightly cold elegance, making her irresistibly enchanting and mesmerizing.
