"Perhaps."
Li Guanshi gently freed herself from the man's embrace and sat upright, her lustrous shoulders still adorned with a few strands of bent grass.
Jiang Shouzhong thought the woman was about to end the conversation, so he picked up his clothing nearby, but then saw Li Guanshi rise and walk toward the lake.
Under the lingering moonlight, her body glistened with sweat like mutton-fat jade, as if it had been painted with a luminous sheen, incredibly enticing.
Until that body, resembling a piece of art, gradually submerged into the water.
"Not going to wash?"
Li Guanshi glanced back at the man on the shore who was staring dazedly, flicking a few strands of wet hair stuck to her neck with her fingertips.
This action widened the ripples around her chest, making the view infinitely beautiful.
Cold and clear, playful, alluring, proud, gentle, innocently charming... If Jiang Yi is the witch, then this woman before him is the chameleon witch.
