Li Qiye sat calmly at the prow. He glanced at Qiu Rong Wanxue, who was seated beside him, and couldn't help but smile. When it came to seductive beauty, Qiu Rong Wanxue was far from Chen Baojiao's equal. However, Chen Baojiao lacked Qiu Rong Wanxue's mature allure and her dignified, elegant air.
Chen Baojiao was a femme fatale whose beauty could topple nations. She was a peerless beauty, a single glance at whom could leave one utterly enchanted and breathless.
The Qiu Rong Wanxue before him, however, was also undeniably gorgeous and captivating. Her mature allure, in particular, gave off an aura reminiscent of a ripe peach, enough to make one's heart skip a beat. She was the type of beauty one grew to appreciate more and more with every glance.
"Qiurong Clan Leader, is there something on your mind?" Li Qiye asked casually, gazing at her blossom-like face.
