Chen Sheng slowly withdrew from his meditative state and opened his eyes. A condensed white arrow of air shot from his mouth, dissipating about a foot away.
Madam Yang was as alluring as ever. A well-tailored, embroidered long dress perfectly accentuated her voluptuous and graceful figure. Anyone with eyes could see she had dressed meticulously for this visit.
Chen Sheng's gaze swept over her, and he instantly understood the purpose of her visit.
'Looks like the madam's stock has gone up again.'
"Commander Chen."
Madam Yang glanced around. Seeing no one else in the tent, she dispensed with formalities and gracefully swayed to Chen Sheng's side, sitting down quite naturally right against him.
The round curves of her body strained against the fabric, and a fragrant scent quickly wafted from her.
Chen Sheng's eyes were instinctively drawn down.
'It seems the peach blossoms are in bloom again.'
