Song Tian stared at the newcomer, falling into a stupor.
Song Tian had seen plenty of beauties before, his own girlfriend was one in ten thousand, Lin Xiaoyu slim but with gigantic F-cup breasts, a sweet and youthful beauty, not to mention his mother-in-law who was unbelievably attractive, and her sister.
But the beauty before him truly made Song Tian feel as if his soul was trembling.
Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was simply dressed in a translucent white blouse, matched with a black skirt and high heels, not even wearing stockings.
Yet with a height of over one meter seventy, she was unbelievably slim, especially when walking, her arms swinging ever so slightly, her well-rounded, pert buttocks swaying gently, a slender waist like a willow, legs as graceful as jade, and crystal-clear size thirty-eight feet in high heels.