Chapter 93: Iker's Son

After many days, Cheyenne's figure finally appeared in Iker's sight again. Today's weather was slightly warm, and she wore a white off-the-shoulder chiffon top with ruffled edges, paired with a blue irregular denim skirt that reached just below her thighs. She revealed delicate collarbones and a pair of fair and slender long legs, wearing white shoes. If others wore this outfit, they would only feel pure and fashionable. But when worn by Cheyenne, it immediately conjured up one word in people's minds - goddess. Her legs were more perfect than any model he had ever seen before - smooth and tender, straight and slender with delicate ankles. Iker took one look at them but couldn't help staring at them continuously. This woman may not be beautiful in the face but her legs were stunningly gorgeous to him. "Master Iker! It's been so long since we've seen each other. Are you doing well?" She raised a cute little face with an especially radiant smile on it. He cleared his throat and qui