Yao Yuelong's private dwelling was quite secluded, far from the other villagers.
In the depths of the secluded forest, a narrow, winding path snaked into the woods. Strange flowers and exotic herbs lined the way, exuding waves of rich fragrance. Bright moonlight spilled through the gaps in the leaves, dappling the path with spots of light like scattered gemstones.
Sun Zhe followed quietly behind Yao Yuelong, looking honest and unassuming. But his eyes were anything but honest. He couldn't stop sneaking glances at Yao Yuelong's enchanting figure, stirring the Yang Qi within him. Even veiled by her gauzy skirt, her plump, peach-like rear looked irresistibly pert and alluring. Sun Zhe's eyes lit up as he swallowed hard.
What a masterpiece! She's a goddess of asses!
She has to be older than that stone-faced Yao Rao. Who knows how many hundreds of years this old monster has lived.
Damn it, the more I look at her, the more I want to take her.
Shit… what am I thinking?
