Don't Wear Like This in the Future
The few of them looked in the direction of the voice.
Under the shade of a large parasol tree, sunlight shone through the cracks of the trees, revealing a faint halo.
The girl was wearing a spaghetti strap. Her shoulders were very thin and her collarbones were deep. Under her denim shorts, her legs were thin and straight, and her skin was so tender that water could be squeezed out.
Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and her palm-like face looked even more delicate.
Her clear deer eyes seemed to be filled with dense autumn water.
Pure and lustful.
She definitely had a face that would be unforgettable when she walked on the road. She was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
She walked over from the crowd.
There were people beside her who kept introducing her to various clubs.
The girl smiled and refused. The dimples on her lips were faintly discernible, polite and gentle.