"Hey, have you two kissed enough? You're really not putting sis in your eyes."
Just then, the Porsche opened, and Lin Xueyi stepped out.
Lin Xueyi was wearing a lotus-colored cheongsam, the silk clinging to her body like water.
Her calf revealed at the cheongsam's slit was as white and delicate as ivory.
Lin Xueyi's mature figure, each curve so wonderfully alluring, every contour shocking to the heart.
Such a beauty, with a high-bun hairstyle, an oval face, yet exuding supreme nobility.
However, the nobility on her face did not diminish her abundant femininity, appearing dignified and graceful.
The onlookers had just witnessed the enticing charm of Xiao Xuanya, stunned by her heavenly presence.
But Lin Xueyi stepping out of the Porsche left them even more enchanted.
She seemed like a lady walking out of a painter's depiction from the Ming or Qing periods, every move reflecting the elegance and delicacy of a classical Huaxia beauty.
