Seeing Floral Fairy Zhuoya's comically awkward expression, Li Fei burst into laughter. It was as if hugging her tightly would prevent her from falling, and wasn't she the one who called his gestures a groping hand? Now she was pleading with him to hold her tightly. As the saying goes, a girl's mind is beyond guessing, no matter how much you try.
He slid his hands past Zhuoya's waist and placed them firmly on the coarse, thick green skin of the Pengyu Dragon in front of her. This way, the girl wouldn't fall.
A unique delicate fragrance, specific to young girls, lightly wafted into Li Fei's nose, akin to the scent of aged wine, seemingly more fragrant than osmanthus, intoxicating despite its subtlety. Zhuoya's neck turned red, obviously feeling a warm breath fall on her ear, unsure whether this mischievous young man did it intentionally or not.
Li Fei suggested, "How about going to see Lotus Mountain?"
