Xu Wendong had just experienced a fierce battle, unable to withstand such a seductive sight.
He only felt a "buzz" in his head, and the dam of reason collapsed with a roar at this moment, as if pierced by the most vigorous warmth of spring.
Gazing at the dreamlike scene before him, his eyes seemed to be lit by the brightest stars, with shimmering desires flowing within.
Like stars twinkling in the silent night sky, reflected in his pupils was Lin Yiren's delicate body, that trace of gracefulness akin to a lotus blooming under the moonlight, quietly unfolding in his heart.
His steps were as if guided by gentle threads, moving slowly forward involuntarily, each step seeming to tread on soft clouds, drifting with a hint of intoxication.
His breathing grew softer, yet he couldn't hide its urgency; those threads of breath were like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, causing slight ripples.
