Xia Xiaoqiao looked left and right, feeling very puzzled. Why couldn't she see anyone?
Suddenly, a figure sprang from behind and hugged her tight, his hands resting on her waist.
Xia Xiaoqiao was startled, and because she was unprepared, the documents she was holding fell to the floor due to her fear. When Xia Xiaoqiao came to her senses, she desperately tried to break free from his embrace, but to no avail.
"Miss Charlene, how have you been?" Wang Dali's breath sprayed on Xia Xiaoqiao's face.
Indeed, Xia Xiaoqiao looked splendid today in a silky white blouse, tantalizingly translucent, paired with a black pencil skirt below, and white high heels. Her posture was graceful, and her curves were exquisitely captivating, like a lily swaying in the breeze, beautiful as a poem or a painting.
Wang Dali was stunned, this woman was indeed a versatile beauty, sometimes charming, sometimes youthful, sometimes sexy.