The dimly lit living room.
A woman in a cyan dress sat on the ground, her beautiful eyes glancing sideways at the falling snow outside the window, where ripples of an alluring charm that could not be concealed stirred within her cold gaze, bewitching like a demonic fox.
Cha Naixue rested against a deep red high-back chair, sipping red tea while looking down from above at the woman seated at her feet, whose buttocks were trailed by a cyan velvet fox tail.
Unlike her usual detached and pure demeanor, Jiang Qiue was now spreading her legs in front of her, dignity lost.
The grudge between her and Jiang Qiue was not particularly deep, it had not yet escalated to the point of life-and-death enmity.
Still, there were some minor grievances, and they did not see eye to eye.
Of course, they would still maintain basic etiquette when they met, not tearing at each other's faces.
