With a soft sigh, Qingyi settled into a cross-legged position on a spiritual jade couch, letting the silence of the cultivation chamber wrap around him as he gathered his thoughts.
Perhaps he was rushing things too much.
"Do you think I can trust that bear?" he asked, feeling the air beside him ripple gently as a figure materialized amid golden particles that danced like stardust.
Skin as white as milk, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and golden eyes that seemed to hold the brilliance of a thousand suns.
Auranys. Not only did she look like a goddess—she was a goddess.
"I don't know." Auranys shook her head slowly.
Her knees bent with effortless grace as she lowered herself onto Qingyi's lap, snuggling her full, rounded buttocks against him.
The soft, supple flesh molded to his body as if it had been shaped specifically for that spot, every plump curve settling perfectly against his hips.
