Little Aunt Crow, Don’t Touch Him

Xi Nian turned on the lights and walked into the house. When he pushed open his bedroom door. Xi Nian froze, seeing a familiar tall figure sitting on the edge of his bed. Her sexy, slightly curled black hair draped over her right shoulder, accentuating her exquisitely beautiful, flawless pale face. Below her collarbones was a fashionable, thin white gauze top that hugged her slender, graceful waist, followed by a black slit uniform skirt. A small stretch of long, gleaming ivory-smooth leg extended from beneath the skirt.