The youngster leaned over, removing her t-shirt, the reflection of her bound chest falling into the mirror. She had made arrangements to ensure that her Z logo couldn't be seen. As she removed the chest bind, her curves were more defined than before. Her exquisite collar bone came through, alluring and captivating.
Bo Jiu turned towards the silicon Lin Feng had prepared and smiled, tossing it into a bag. Her left hand reached out, placing something on her back. A sea of white skin filled her gaze.
The long dress covered her perfectly. She glanced up into the mirror and wore the long black curly hair, using a black clip to fasten it in place.
The hot-blooded pretty boy from before had turned into a majestic aloof young girl.
Bo Jiu still held the silver lighter. She lit a cigarette and took two puffs before remembering the Almighty told her to kick the habit. She reached out and extinguished it lazily.
