Qingyi's eyes continued to follow Linyue's voluptuous figure as she walked, her steps light and absolutely silent, not even leaving footprints behind.
Her walk was elegant, but not the human elegance that Qingyi saw in his wives Meilin and Margareth. Her steps were excited, yet strangely stable, maintaining an unshakable posture.
In her delicate hands, she carried a spear, comically long compared to her small stature of no more than 1.57 meters, her long, fluffy orange tail sliding down the shaft as her ears moved slightly.
Her voluptuous ass and boobs rippled gently with each step, her thick, incomparable thighs rubbing against each other, her creamy skin glistening with sweat.
As quickly as she appeared, she vanished over the horizon, leaving nothing but her sweet floral scent and the trail of blood from her huge prey behind.
