The end of the world: The Goddess Catalogue, starting with sisters!

The soft skin on the inner thighs, partially exposed, is even more alluring than if it were completely exposed.

Jiayi rested her chin on one hand, while the other casually rested on the armrest of the sofa. Her fingertips gently caressed the leather surface, her eyes languid and dreamy, as if she were thinking about something, or waiting for something.

Her long hair was slightly wavy and fell over her shoulders, with a few unruly strands hanging down her collarbone, making her skin appear even more radiant and smooth.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a thin golden halo over her legs, making her already perfect legs even more dreamlike.

She turned slightly to the side, her skirt sliding down to reveal more of her thighs, but then stopping just short of being completely exposed, leaving one both itchy and hesitant to make a move.

She gently crossed her legs, her toes twitching slightly in the air, the tips of her shoes seemingly brushing against the air, as if teasing someone's nerves.

A faint smile played on her lips, as if she were enjoying this unintentional allure, or as if she had long been accustomed to being the center of attention.

Jiayi just sat there, without needing to deliberately pose, yet she already made the atmosphere in the whole room ambiguous and enchanting.

Her very existence is a silent temptation.

Meng De also thoroughly enjoyed embracing her delicate body.

This woman, though not as voluptuous as Bai Jie or the mature Ru Jie.

It's also very tempting.

"Yes!"

"But it doesn't matter, I want to see who disagrees."

"In troubled times, we should use important codes!"

“These people have been living comfortably for too long. Perhaps only killing can make them obey.”

Meng De would never allow his base's people to protect the people Gao Qiang and Jiang Haibing brought back from Donghai City for nothing.

He is currently chatting with Bikang Simei.

Also, to see if they have any good suggestions.

Sure enough, his idea came to fruition.

The sophisticated and mature woman, Liu Ruyun, offered her opinion.

The living room lights were warm-toned, with a lazy, dim yellow hue, as if they had been dimmed a few degrees specifically for her presence.

Liu Ruyun leaned back on the leather sofa, a dark green velvet dress covering her voluptuous figure, with a slit in the hem that reached mid-thigh.

With her legs slightly crossed, a glimpse of snow-white skin was faintly visible, exuding both elegance and a hint of danger.

Her posture wasn't deliberately seductive, yet it possessed a captivating aura.

Her waist sank slightly into the sofa cushions, her curves undulating like a landscape painting.

The fabric of her dress was stretched taut across her chest, revealing a glimpse of her delicate collarbone at the neckline, adorned with a small jade pendant that swayed gently with her breath.

Her fingers were long and slender, her nails painted a subtle dark red. She was gently holding a wine glass, the red wine swirling in it, reflecting the faint smile on her lips.

She occasionally took a sip of wine, her tongue lightly brushing the rim of the glass, her movements slow and deliberate, yet inexplicably captivating.

Her skirt slid slightly with her movement, revealing glimpses of her full thighs beneath the velvet fabric, her skin shimmering like pearls under the light. Her ankles were slender, adorned with strappy high heels, the toes lightly touching the ground, the curves of her calves smooth and alluring, as if silently teasing the air.

She tilted her head slightly, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, and the pearl earrings swaying on her earlobes could be vaguely seen through the strands.

Her eyes held a languid scrutiny, as if she had already seen through everything, yet she enjoyed watching the bewilderment of those who were attracted to her.

Liu Ruyun's beauty is not flamboyant or glamorous, but rather a deep-seated, refined sensuality.

She doesn't need to pose deliberately; simply sitting there is enough to fill the entire space with her aura—mature, dangerous, yet irresistibly inviting.

Just like now, Mengde is embracing this voluptuous body.

I'm absolutely smitten!
The key is that this mature woman not only has a perfect figure.

Moreover, he is quite knowledgeable!
The idea he proposed immediately caught Mengde's eye!
"In that case, I think you should talk to Gao Qiang and the others."

"With their cooperation, I believe you will have a much smoother experience."

Mengde consulted with Jiayi and the others before he did it.

This was also to take into account the thoughts of Gao Qiang's two brothers-in-law.

This point has now been taken into consideration by the sophisticated and mature Liu Ruyun.

This woman isn't really all brawn and no brains!

Indeed, those who become female bosses are quite intelligent.

Unlike some island nation dramas, they don't just bully their subordinates.

Then the subordinate went home, and feeling down, he decided to chat online with a girl to relax.
But unexpectedly, she encountered her female boss who exploited her during the day.
The subordinate chuckled and then revealed a strange expression.
Then something indescribable happened.
Cough
We've gone off on a tangent.
Liu Ruyun's idea is excellent.

Mengde decided to adopt it.

At this moment, the ice queen Lin Aoxue also offered her opinion.

The living room lights were warm, but when they shone on Lin Aoxue, they seemed to coat her with an untouchable, cold light, making her as white as frost!
She sat upright in the center of the sofa, her back straight as a blade, without a single extra curve. She was like a drawn sword, its sharpness restrained yet still captivating.

She wore a pure white turtleneck knitted dress, the hem of which fell to her ankles. The fabric clung to her slender figure, outlining a smooth and restrained curve.

Her skin was as white as snow, almost transparent, and shimmered with a faint, cold porcelain luster under the cold light, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Her black hair cascaded down to her waist, each strand perfectly shaped, like a meticulously calculated, cold work of art.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, almost sharp—her eyebrows were like distant mountains, naturally dark; her eyes were like cold pools, extremely deep in color, with the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, carrying an innate sense of aloofness.

With a high, straight nose and extremely pale lips, she resembled a rose covered in snow—breathtakingly beautiful, yet so cold that no one dared to approach her.

Her fingers were long and slender, with the tips resting lightly on the sofa armrest. Her nails were neatly trimmed and without any unnecessary decoration, yet they exuded a strange, alluring, ascetic charm.

Her posture remained perfectly relaxed, with her legs together and slightly angled, her ankles slender, wearing a pair of matte black stiletto heels, the tips of which barely touched the ground, as if she were ready to get up and leave at any moment, leaving no trace of warmth behind.

The night outside the window was deep and dark. Occasionally, a breeze would stir the curtains, but it couldn't shake her in the slightest. She was like an ice sculpture, a beauty existing outside of time and space, surrounded by the cool scent of cedar, faint yet pure, unapproachable.

Lin Aoxue didn't need any words, not even a glance; her very existence was a silent awe—exquisitely beautiful, yet utterly cold. (End of Chapter)