A very pretty hand—slim yet plump, white-skinned like flawless jade, with long, spring-onion-like fingers and neatly trimmed nails free of polish, glowing with a healthy pale pink.
Without a doubt, it was a woman's hand. She took the highball glass with grace and practiced ease, as if this cup of Burning had been mixed specially for her rather than snatched from Lu Chen.
Lu Chen could not help turning his head to look, and he met a face that had left a deep impression on him.
Chapter 28