Yao Ying was a beauty, that was certain. But at the end of the day, beauties were still women, and no woman could resist accessories that made their heart flutter. Yao Ying was no exception.
In Yao Ying's eyes, the designs for this revealing line of equipment in her hands seemed tailor-made for her.
Yao Ying's daily fashion style already leaned toward the revealing. It wasn't because she was particularly promiscuous, but because she loved expressing herself and enjoying the feeling of men drooling and women seething with jealousy when they looked at her.
Gazing at the gorgeous and sexy designs in her hands, Yao Ying's breathing quickened unconsciously.
"These designs are beautiful. Can you make a few pieces for me?" Yao Ying couldn't help but look up and ask.
Xiong Tianfang snorted and instinctively refused, "I'm busy."
