Lifting the beaded curtain, Chen Shi followed Mu Jin into the inner hall.

He saw Lin Qiushui sitting gracefully by the desk. She wore a loose dress embroidered with dark patterns, her face delicate, and her eyes bright and beautiful, framed by thick lashes, exuding a unique charm of a mature woman, like a lush begonia flower.

Her long, slender neck still bore faint traces of lipstick.

After some persuasion, this voluptuous beautiful woman seemed even more alluring.