Cherish Turner wore a retro pearl-pink dress with floral layering, her fair and beautiful legs slender and long.
Her red lips were slightly pursed, showing some nervousness.
Her steps were timid as she tightly gripped her skirt hem and carefully walked up to William Griffith.
The warm, bright yellow, the calm, light blue, and the charming, gleaming pearl-pink... It was rich in oriental colors, and she, with her petite figure, looked like a warm and radiant sprite in the winter.
Such a surprising appearance caught William Griffith's eye, and he couldn't look away.
"Doesn't it look nice? I think it's a bit strange too..." Cherish was a little uneasy.
When he looked at her like that, she always felt shy and a faint, hidden throbbing.
Her heart was pounding, and her eyes could not dare look at him.
She wanted to turn around and change her clothes, embarrassed, but William Griffith stopped her.
"Wait!"