"I'd like you to show me your hastiest departure, please."
"Me leave?" Ming Ge blinked her eyes, savoring the words carefully, then slightly lifted her chin. Her slender, fair swan neck drew an elegant curve in mid-air as she spoke in a slow but resonating manner, "I'm afraid... you don't have the ability."
The woman was clad in a bright red evening gown, the vivid color like a voluptuously dazzling rose.
Radiantly captivating.
The off-the-shoulder design revealed her delicate, bewitching collarbones. Though she wore nothing around her neck, the beauty of her swan-like neck and the high-secured black curls brought out her elegance to the fullest extent.
Standing there, beneath the skirt of her shiny red satin dress, she wore a pair of slender, towering silver crystal shoes. Among the multitudes of competing flowers, she was the rose of wealth and honor, the most strikingly beautiful of them all.
Lovely, yet thorny, wounding those who touch her.
