At seven in the morning, Feng Xiaoyue drove over in her silver-gray Land Rover.
The Land Rover was indeed large. Besides its silver-gray base color, it had artistic rusty orange patches that perfectly matched the artistic and charming widow's temperament.
Alas... Liu Zhizhong felt a pang of sorrow. Such a young, beautiful, chaste widow barely in her thirties! A poor, short-fated beauty!
She was still a flower, but one difficult to pluck, with thorns!
She herself wasn't thorny; the thorns were the relationships around her, sigh～～～
Sitting in the comfortable front passenger seat, the faint, lingering scent of a woman in the car made Liu Zhizhong enjoy it immensely.
Feng Xiaoyue wore an artistic short dress with a star and moon pattern and an off-shoulder strap, revealing her soft, tender, snowy-white arms and shoulders, her beautiful legs, and her chest line exuding a subtle allure. The faint fragrance around her was still so tantalizingly charming.
