C70 It Was Hard to Defend Against a Hidden Arrow

Tang Yan slipped through the crowd and quickly made her way to the changing room. She sighed softly, seeing her disheveled reflection in the mirror, yet her expression remained graceful. She lifted her skirt slightly, as if shedding all her defenses, and sank onto the plush sofa in the changing room. The sofa enveloped her gently as she kicked off her high heels