At this moment.
In a house on Rowan Alley in the Florin District of Ardmore City.
Ardmore's customs director, Anselm Hall, was lazily lying on the sofa reading a magazine.
At this time, footsteps came from the wooden stairs leading to the second floor.
Anselm Hall got up and looked over.
He saw two bare legs slowly coming down from the second floor.
In a blink of an eye.
A woman wearing only a thin nightgown appeared in front of him.
It was none other than deputy director Shelby Linden.
This Shelby Linden was truly a stunner.
When she wore her uniform, she looked modest and unassuming, but now with just a thin nightgown covering her, all those hidden "assets" were revealed.
Especially those swaying long, white legs.
Long and straight, they made Anselm Hall unable to resist stealing a few more glances.
"They say a woman's waist is a deadly weapon, her legs are lethal daggers, and your chest—these two major weapons here—are you aiming to take my life?"
