C595 The illustration of the perfect woman

With the help of the alcohol, a large patch of red surfaced on Zhang Kexin's white face. With the light as the source, that white and rosy feeling became even more charming and alluring, as if water would seep out from a light pinch of water.

She was wearing a black, tight-fitting, short skirt. As she leaned against the sofa, a part of her could not help but jump upwards. Her pair of long