It was obvious that Anne had made perfect preparations for tonight's "counterattack."
Tang Song's gaze swept across this carefully arranged "hunting ground" and landed at once on Anne Kate, who was standing in the middle of the living room.
She was wearing a breathtaking black bodycon dress; the tight lace corset wrapped her proud curves perfectly, sequins at her waist glittered like stars, and beneath the high slit of the skirt were those long, shapely legs, similarly sheathed in black lace, hazy and half-revealed.
Her red lips blazed like fire, golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, and in her blue eyes burned the proud, queenly light of absolute confidence.
Her whole being exuded lethal allure—elegant and dangerous.
"Oh~~" Anne's red lips curled into a teasing arc. "I thought you'd have to come up here in a wheelchair."
