It must be said, though Lianxin was just a servant of Murong Fenghua, she could certainly be considered top-tier in terms of beauty. Especially since she was so docile and sensible—that definitely added to her charm. After all, who wouldn't like an obedient and understanding girl? This is what so many people dream of.
"Mr. Wen..." Lianxin's rosy lips parted slightly as she spoke in a delicate voice, her cheeks flushed with a tipsy radiance. Her silk robe was half-undone, her tender skin glowing lustrously under the dim light, adding a touch of color to the spartan cave dwelling. Yet her eyes kept flitting away, avoiding his.
"Lianxin..." Wen Zhixing looked up, his gaze unabashedly fixed on her.
"Sir..." Lianxin involuntarily lowered her head.
A girl is still a girl, after all. Even if she had made up her mind, how could she perfectly conceal the trepidation in her heart?
"You are full of Yang Qi, which can be released."
"You are full of Yang Qi, which can be released."
