"Hiss..."
The bathroom door opened, steam billowing out, as Xiao Hong stepped out barefoot, wrapped in a towel, her wet long hair cascading down to her waist.
A few bruises on her face didn't mar her beauty.
Her delicate features and arched eyebrows made people want to protect her, yet there was a stubborn sharpness about her.
The crimson lipstick on her lips added a touch of allure and charm, and as she walked barefoot, her legs, hips, and waist formed perfect curves.
The key is,
This woman, though young, was very adept at using her advantages. Even with injuries on her body, every move she made exuded temptation.
"Master!"
As she approached, her eyes turned red:
"You're a good man. If it wasn't for you covering for me, Surname Cheng might have beaten me to death!"
"Master,"
"What are you looking at?"
Fang Zheng gestured downwards lightly:
"Looking downstairs."
