Under Little Thumb's urging, An Le, with trembling hands, picked up a hanging floral high-waist dress and asked the clerk to get a proper size, then she walked into the fitting room.
When she came out, the clerk waiting at the door couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise.
In that extremely figure-hugging high waist dress, An Le's waistline was undoubtedly accentuated. The curve formed by her proud bosom meandered down along the contours of the cloth, eventually ebbing into the slightly wrinkled hem of the little princess dress.
Her figure was impressive without being bulky, exuding youthfulness and purity.
But though from top to bottom everything was so fitting and beautiful, the girl's face was flushed with shyness, and her gaze flitted about nervously...
Like the cherry that adorns the top of a cream cake, adding tempting reds to a snow-white base, enticing one's appetite.
