Mei Tu was in her early thirties, wearing a light gauze dress that was soft as clouds, accentuating her graceful figure.
Her appearance was exquisitely beautiful, with eyebrows and eyes like a painting, her lips lightly pursed, and a faint smile on her face. Her long hair, like a waterfall, was styled into an intricate bun at the back of her head, with a few strands falling beside her ears, adding an extra touch of allure.
Standing there, she aroused endless imagination, capable of stirring the most primal desires in men.
No wonder Lord Cao from the Three Kingdoms favored women; this little thing was truly captivating.
At this moment, Mei Tu's eyes were like silk as she looked at Chen Jie, her eyes seemed to speak.
If it were any young man of the Jianghu, they would probably be shivering all over, burning up, with their minds wandering who knows where.
