He’d just got to the doorway when a woman approached. Teal cheongsam, black mid-height heels, a pair of long, uncovered legs extended from the hem and a white, soft thighs flashed through the slits of the cheongsam, delicate as flowers. Her slender waistline was such that one could encircle it with two hands and it formed a seductive line with the curve of her hips. Her bosom was a pair of large peaks, firm and full, jiggling, jiggling with every step she took, like the ripples in a pond at a dragonfly’s touch. Her face was refreshingly pleasant and she had a touch of valiance in her brow, and her bright, dark eyes left an unforgettable impression on people. She held a cloth clutch in her hand and a Chinese-style womens’ hat embroidered with a red peony perched on her head. She was nobly gorgeous. 

She was like a lady of a warlord’s household from old Republican times, or the Queen of Flowers of a Shanghai nightclub. She had an imposing aura, and if it weren’t for the modern surroundings, Xia Lei would have thought that he’d gone back...