First Dance

An Feng, who wasn't wearing an evening gown but an oriental brocade cheongsam, walked in.

A tailored and fitting cheongsam had very high standards for the woman wearing it, because it was very strict when it came to the butt line and thigh line. A small flaw on their figure would be magnified at least ten times for others.

The cheongsam An Feng was wearing had its collar at her collarbones, the half-collar style wrapping her pretty neck. Her face was pretty, her waist slender while the high slit showed her slender legs.

The slit on the cheongsam skirt was embroidered with exquisite embroidery. As she walked, her slender legs showed occasionally, her skin fair and smooth.

An Feng had tied her hair into a bun. With the light and exquisite makeup on her face, she seemed extremely elegant and pretty.

On this night, An Feng had a faint smile on her face. She didn't look afraid at all, her actions elegant, dignified and poised.