The duplex mansion at Yongping Park Number One was luxurious and noble; the soft, light-colored carpet was so quiet that one felt like a cat walking upon it, making not a whisper of sound.
Liu Jinzhi, dressed in a green suit with light-colored stockings wrapping her slender legs, exuded a different kind of sensuality amid her efficiency. Her tender, scallion-like hands rested on Pang Feng's shoulders as he lay on the couch. Liu Jinzhi tended to him carefully, and occasionally, her ample bosom would brush against Pang Feng's forehead, sending a thrill through him that was utterly intoxicating.
"I said there was no need, but Brother Biao insisted on giving them, claiming Pixiu were good luck charms that would 'guard the gate and bring great fortune!' This pair of Pixiu must have some history; Wang Biao likely paid a hefty price to get them!" Liu Jinzhi whispered to Pang Feng.