Zhou Yu opened the door.
Standing at the door was a young girl in the prime of her youth.
The girl was roughly a little over eighteen years old, with jet-black hair that reached her waist and skin so fair it seemed to glow, soft and delicate to the point of being breakable with a mere blow.
What was fatal was that this girl was dressed very revealingly.
The upper half of her body was clad only in a simple tube top covering her magnificent peaks.
On the lower half, she wore a short skirt and was stepping in a pair of canvas shoes.
The impression that the girl gave off was both pure and spicy!
In this world, there were presumably not many men who could resist such an exquisite beauty.
Just as Zhou Yu was about to speak and ask who she was, the girl suddenly threw herself into Zhou Yu's arms and hugged his waist tightly.
At that moment, Zhou Yu felt an incredible softness and the faint fragrance of the girl engulfing him.
