God Clock (1)

Du Xia's white sneakers stepped on the hard grass. She wore a simple black T-shirt and faded skin-tight jeans. The shape of her pretty legs was completely shown.

The graceful legs and buttocks of a young girl's developing body formed tight, healthy and tantalizing contours under the sun's rays. There was not a single ounce of excess flesh from her buttocks to her calves. Her legs were straight and slender.

"Sister, you've come." Beside the small hill, which was the rendezvous point, the girl with curled golden hair chewed nonchalantly on her bubble gum as she stood up. She was different from Du Xia. She merely wore a set of black skin-tight leather—the battle robes which her favorite heroin wore in the movies.

"Where's that fellow, Ah Le?" The girl frowned as she gazed past Du Xia. Other than a heavy black motorcycle, she could not see anyone else.