Hearing the voice, Li Jing turned around, slightly stunned, with an expression of surprise and amazement on his face.
Yang Xiaoxiu had changed out of her original long dress and into a light, exquisite traditional gown, resembling an ancient fairy, with an inherent poetic charm.
The traditional gown was tailored just right, perfectly outlining Yang Xiaoxiu's graceful figure. The neckline slightly open, revealing skin as delicate as mutton-fat jade, with her collarbones barely visible, like flower buds blooming in spring.
The hem of the dress softly touched the ground; as she moved, the clothes fluttered, subtly revealing her long legs, stirring something within Li Jing's heart.
Seeing Li Jing fall into a trance, a hint of joy appeared in Yang Xiaoxiu's clear and bright eyes, then her red lips slightly pursed into a gentle smile as she softly said, "Brother Jing, I've learned a new dance. It's the first time I'm performing for someone, and I hope you like it."
