It was a masterpiece of temptation, all sinful curves barely contained by the deep purple silk of her qipao. The fabric hugged her soft-big pair of jade so tightly that every proud, round swell looked ready to burst free with the slightest pull. Her waist dipped into a graceful curve before flaring into hips that were wide and lethal, the kind that could crush a man’s reason. Every step she took made the high slit of her dress part just enough to reveal teasing glimpses of smooth, creamy thigh that begged to be touched. A soft fur stole draped lazily across her shoulders, its pale fluff a sharp contrast to the rich purple silk and her flawless skin. It framed the delicate line of her collarbones like a lover’s hand, drawing the eye down to the gentle rise of her chest and the sinful hollow of her neck. Her black hair was tied up in a high, elegant bun, pinned with jade hair sticks. One loose strand fell against her cheek and slid down the side of her neck, soft and out of place against her sharp, commanding look. Then came her face, cold, sharp, and stunningly beautiful. Her dark eyes, touched with a faint purple hue, glimmered like polished steel, carrying a gaze that could silence a room. Her lips, full and deep red like ripe cherries, stayed in a calm, firm line that radiated authority... yet the shape of that mouth hinted at pleasures that could ruin a man. Ver mais