Helen's lips are as transparent and rosy as agate.
Yang Fei couldn't resist any longer and kissed her.
Helen mischievously pushed him away, like a startled little deer, escaping from Yang Fei's embrace.
"Damn, this Queen is truly romantic, her charm is irresistible."
Helen's teasing stirred Yang Fei's male hunting instincts; he smiled and chased after her.
Helen giggled sweetly, her skirt's hem fluttering in the evening breeze like a delicate veil.
One of her silver thin-heeled high heels slipped off, displaying a strong seduction to Yang Fei.
Yang Fei was certainly not a boring man.
Watching Helen sway her seductive figure while running ahead, he could easily reach out and seize her slender waist.
Yet Yang Fei continued to chase unhurriedly from behind.
A quaint little cabin appeared ahead, reminiscent of a fairy-tale world cottage.
On the roof, a huge mushroom bloomed surrounded by flourishing flowers with rich fragrance.
