"Held off?" Yue Songli questioned aloud as she sat at the edge of a satin sheet bed within a room that resembled an art gallery, decorated with various artistic objects from paintings, sculptures, and lines of poetry inscribed on bamboo, scrolls, and jade.
Her white bedwear was simplistic yet perfectly accentuating her every feminine curve, tight around her waist, cupping her bust, creating the heart-pounding sight of two full moons luring the gaze of earth, man, and heaven exposing a portion of her lower legs and their flawless skin. With her feet bare, each toe was painted a soft white color. She was the embodiment of sensual beauty radiating utmost purity.
If she were a little more sultry, there would be little doubt that the stories of women seducing men through supernatural means would surely be designated towards her.
