C42 Exchange of Souls

On her snow-white body, there was a transparent, deep purple dress. Xing Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, a woman's cigarette in her hand that smelled like mint. She looked very enchanting as she smiled with her bewitching eyes. As she puffed out a cloud of smoke, she completely displayed the desire in her heart.

"Eldest Miss, you …" Seeing the desire in Xing Xuan's eyes