Translator: Pika

  Her thighs were thick, but her calves were slender, drawing a perfect curve. Together with her fair and smooth skin, it formed a powerful contrast.

  But Zu An wasn’t in the mood to admire any of that. He gave the mature and sophisticated woman seated on the windowsill a look of surprise and asked, “Principal Jiang, what are you doing here?”


  “I heard you were ambushed, so I came to take a look. The Xie siblings wanted to come as well, but Xie Daoyun was..