Captive Desire: Tempting Qingyao

The airport’s floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Yu Qingyao’s slender figure. She wore an ivory knitted dress, its hem falling just above her knees and outlining a slim yet curvy waist. The camel-colored trench coat she wore over it was already a little worn, with small pills forming around the cuffs. Her father had given it to her for her birthday last year. Now, it was one of the few valuable pieces of clothing she had left.