At nine in the morning, the winter sun outside was a bit brighter.
Sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows around the room.
Wei Jia stood in front of the full-length mirror, her curvaceous figure and those long, straight legs looked particularly stunning in the sunlight.
She glanced at her soaked jacket in the laundry basket, frowned slightly, picked up Li Jing's designer suit and examined it for a moment, with a smile gradually forming on her lips, tinged with interest.
Then, she draped Li Jing's suit over her shoulders. The oversized garment enveloped her, yet couldn't hide her allure.
