No wonder all the Yun Generation Elders were at a loss against her.
"After so many years, sir, you're still just as fair and charming, it truly makes me feel an itch in my heart.
I can't help but want to swallow you whole to satisfy myself."
A suppressed, coquettish laugh emanated from within the draped tent. The dark golden veil slowly lifted, revealing the owner of a pair of shapely, curvaceous legs who leisurely sat up from the bed.
Her silky, jet-black curls cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, every strand whispering endless allure, perfectly outlining a lazy yet enchanting charm.
Her skin exuded a tempting wheat tone, her eyes a kaleidoscope of colors, and she wore mystical golden rings on her wrists, ankles, and neck, exuding an exotic allure that captivated any onlooker, compelling them to prostrate at her feet in eternal surrender.
"After so many years? Have we met before?"
Facing this woman's seemingly familiar gaze, Qi Xiu displayed a hint of doubt.
