Unparalleled beauty 2

  Tian Tian looked at the mirror and smiled, as if the last time she was dressed up was when she went on stage with that young man. He had put a shiny crown on her head and praised her for being beautiful. She seemed to only like it when he praised her for being beautiful.

  At that moment, the entire dressing room fell silent for a while. Everyone was staring at this woman who seemed like a celestial being, untouched by worldly desires. She stared blankly into the mirror, her eyes momentarily losing focus, as if she were an elusive and mysterious spirit of the swallowtail flower.

  "Alright, baby! Go change your clothes quickly!" Jone hastily pushed her to the dressing room. After she came back, with her hands on her hips, she scolded the crowd who were watching Tian Tian enter the dressing room, "What are you all looking at? Those who work should work, those who put on makeup should put on makeup! Honestly!"

  After hearing Jone's words, everyone rushed to busy themselves with their own affairs. He stood outside the locker room, staring fixedly at the locker room, muttering to himself, "So beautiful..."

  When the fairy-like girl appeared in front of Jone again, he suddenly felt dizzy, held his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then rubbed his eyes. He stared at the girl motionlessly, without a word. The silence was absolute, not a single sound could be heard, everyone's gaze was fixed on the woman, never leaving her.

  The woman's eyes were dull and indifferent, with a hint of coldness and emptiness. Her lips were closed, her eyes seemed to be looking at Jone, yet not looking at all.

  Authentic Chinese cheongsam with a purple mandarin collar, embroidered with a gold trim, looks noble and introverted. The black mandarin collar extends below the chest, followed by a waistband made of a pair of golden dragons biting each other's tails.

  Further down, there is a British-style skirt. On one side, it's a layered purple plaid pleated skirt that gathers at the knee and then further down is black lace, sexy and playful. The other side of the skirt extends all the way to the floor, covering a pair of high-heeled shoes with a purple swallowtail flower pattern.

  The perfect design is the bold combination of two different styles, and the combination is so harmonious that it's not abrupt at all. It's perfectly interpreted by this petite, beautiful and noble Eastern woman.

  For a full three minutes, Jone was entranced by her charm. His "Purple Charm" will lead the global trend this year! He took Tian Tian's hand and calmed down, saying, "Sit down."

  Tian Tian sat down obediently and cleverly.

  He held a black eyebrow pencil and crouched down, lifting Tian Tian's black lace-edged skirt. As she dodged, Jone grasped her slender small leg and carefully drew on it bit by bit.

  After he finished painting, he applied a purple color to it, and a purple iris flower appeared before his eyes. This was undoubtedly the finishing touch of the dragon's eye.

  He stood up and looked at his own work of art, extremely satisfied.

  "It's really beautiful," Tian Tian said.

  "Haha, you're overpraising," Jone's face was actually a bit flushed, "Are you nervous?"

  A little bit.

  "Don't be nervous, just spin around on top and you'll definitely win even if there aren't many moves."

  "I will try my best." Tian Tian said firmly, she must appear in the most beautiful posture in front of that young man.

  "Go ahead, my dearest goddess." Jone patted her shoulder and encouraged with a smile.

  Tian Tian nodded, step by step, slowly and elegantly, walking towards the T-stage that carried too many people's dreams.

  Along with the dynamic T-stage music of "Last Tango in Paris", Tian Tian, as the final model, stepped onto the dazzling stage, feeling a bit nervous, her hands were already drenched in sweat. At this moment, she was the focus of the world, if there was any mistake, it would be irreparable, not only would she lose face in front of everyone, but also ruin Jone's reputation. So, absolutely no mistakes could be made.

  She must present herself perfectly in front of everyone. Thinking so, she maintained her signature smile, puffed out her chest and lifted her head, recalling the way Jone taught her to walk, standing at the very center of the catwalk.

  She walked forward step by step with confidence, not looking at anyone in the audience, automatically ignoring their astonishment, surprise and admiration. Nor did she pay attention to the movement of the camera and the "click" sound of the camera.

  As if she were the only person in the world, she stood alone under the beautiful lights in the darkness, slowly narrating her own story, stirring up distant history, and transforming herself into a wisp of smoke that would soon disappear. Her eyes seemed to hold tears, yet she was certain she was smiling; at that moment, she was breathtakingly beautiful between smiles and tears. But she didn't notice at all, lost in her own little world.

  Wait a minute!

  That young man!

  On the noble seat, that motionless gaze at her, suit and tie, hair neatly styled, that day and night thinking of, familiar youth...

  He ignored the middle-aged man's whisper in his ear and only looked at her, as if there was only her in his eyes.

  Tian Tian's smile grew even wider, and tears finally fell. That young man was still as handsome as ever, but in his dark eyes, there were too many emotions and attachments that he couldn't let go of. She clearly saw him sniffle, pretending to be calm and composed while holding onto that tranquility.

  Tian Tian finally walked to the front of the T-stage, closest to that boy's position. She elegantly stretched out her slightly trembling hand and tossed the purple iris flower on her head towards his direction. The boy stretched out his hand, and the flower slowly fell onto his palm in a parabolic arc.

  It was then that Tian Tian turned around, transforming the purple hem of her skirt into a huge, seductive flower, leaving the audience with a glimpse of her enchanting back view. She bit her lip and walked towards the backstage.

  Xu Yitian brought the iris to his nose, and on it was her hair's faint fragrance, still so familiar. She had actually come to Paris, and appeared before him in such a stunning way. Two years without seeing each other, she was even more enchanting, hooking his soul even more thoroughly.

  After the fashion show, all models stood on stage, and the host introduced the design concept of each outfit. When introducing "Zi Mei", he said: "This stunning outfit 'Zi Mei' is designed by world-renowned designer Danny, who combines Chinese and British styles. The iris flower symbolizes light and freedom, which is the most brilliant interpretation of love by the French people. And the soul of the iris flower was perfectly portrayed by this beautiful model, from now on will lead the global trend this year!"

  Just as Tian Tian was about to come out and pay her respects, she suddenly felt that the hem of her skirt was being trampled on. She turned around and saw Marry's proud face, who was smiling triumphantly at Tian Tian, completely ignoring Tian Tian's warning.

  Tian Tian pulled, but Marry was stuck firmly and couldn't budge. Her expression was cold and detached, "Didn't Jone tell you that this skirt hem can be taken off?" As soon as she finished speaking, she instantly untied the black lace belt on her skirt, and half of the skirt slowly fell to the ground, revealing a pair of slender and fair legs that were only covered up to the thigh. In an instant, her sexy beautiful legs stunned the entire audience.

  She vaguely remembered Jone telling her, "Mona, I've altered the clothes. If anything goes wrong, just untie this ribbon. Marry isn't a fool. The last model was made a laughing stock by her. I don't want that to happen again."

  It turned out to be really useful, and she couldn't help but have even more respect for Jone! Was this another astonishing moment?

  She took a glance at the young man, who was still in the same posture as before, staring at her motionlessly, with his eyes becoming even more profound and his complexion even colder.

  She gave him a charming smile, she thought he should see it.

  However, it was almost at the moment she lowered her head that the young man strode onto the T-stage. Under everyone's astonished gaze, he roughly grabbed the girl's hand without any gentleness, ignoring her struggles, and dragged her down from the stage in a sorry state. With an unchanged expression, he walked out with the shocked girl in large strides.

  "Ah! What are you doing?" Tian Tian shouted while pulling her hand, "You're hurting me!"

  "Come with me!" The young man said coldly.

  "I can walk by myself, let me go!" Tian Tian said somewhat annoyed.

  "No!" The young man's tone remained firm.

  "Hah!" Tian Tian burst out laughing in extreme anger, "What should I call you? Tian Cheng or Xu Yi Tian?"

  The young man roughly pushed her into the car, slamming the door shut with a "bang". He placed his hands on her shoulders, not letting her struggle, his eyes fixed intently on hers, his hot breath spraying onto her face. He spoke, his voice like orchid fragrance, "Xu Yitian, call me Xu Yitian, I am not your younger brother."

  "Alright, Xu Yitian, what exactly are you going to do?" Tian Tian looked at the young man's handsome face, her cheeks slightly red, with a hint of annoyance in her tone.

  "From now on, you're not allowed to go on the T-stage, you're not allowed to wear this kind of clothes, you're not allowed to appear in front of the public in this way, I don't allow..." Xu Yitian glanced at her **white and tender thighs**, took a deep breath, and almost lost control. This woman was really his poison.

  "What's wrong with that?" Tian Tian sneered, "What right do you have to stop me? I just want to go on the T-stage, wear this kind of clothes, and appear in front of everyone!" Although she had been looking forward to seeing him and loved him dearly, for some reason, as soon as she saw him, all her grievances surged up. How could he deceive her for so long and still make so many demands of her? What right did he have to leave her and treat her like his personal property? It's just not fair!

  "I remember we haven't broken up yet, I remember I'm your boyfriend." Xu Yitian placed one hand on the back of Tian Tian's head, pulling her closer to himself, and pressed their foreheads together. He could smell the intoxicating fragrance emanating from the girl's body. Her strong heart was beating loudly, like a small drum.

  "I don't remember," Tian Tian tried to turn her head to one side, but found that she couldn't move at all.

  While Xǔ Yìtiān's other hand moved to her slender waist, his lips slowly approached hers.

  Just as their lips were about to touch, Tian Tian's eyes widened and she stuttered, "Y-you... what are you doing?"

  Xu Yitian smiled slightly, his big eyes shining brightly, with a hint of mischief, "Of course, I'll do what boyfriends should do." Then, he pushed her head towards him with an even stronger hand, covering her small lips, which had lip gloss on them, leaving a faintly sweet taste that made him feel like he was in heaven.

  He pried open her lips, his tongue taking advantage of the opportunity to slip into her mouth, stirring her small tongue, and rampaging through her fragrant mouth. From the initial gentleness, slowness, it became more urgent, pressing, and the feeling of being by his side also became more real.

  It seems that a simple kiss is no longer enough to satisfy his needs, she is his poppy flower, making him crazy wanting to take more. His slender fingers slowly wandered from her waist to her chest, her chest was much larger than two years ago, Xu Yitian thought wickedly, this degree, it must be at least C-cup!