"Mm... Ugh... Don't..."
A soft murmur sounded near his ear. Chen Yi turned his head and saw Jueyin, her face flushed as if drenched in water, her enchanting eyes hazy, seemingly just awakened. Her black hair spilled out like an expansive bedspread, and the Guanyin Scripture used to tie her hair had fallen among the pile of paper effigies.
It was the first time Chen Yi saw such lush and flowing tresses.
Not only could it serve as a silken pillow, but it could also transform into a blanket, enough to entirely envelop someone within its folds.
Reflecting on when she had leaned her face close...
Mm,
Korean women indeed had beautiful hair.
Even though her attire was layered thickly, their proximity allowed for an intimate sensation, where the fabric emanated a soft, furry friction.
Let alone that her countenance was stunning beyond measure.
Dong Guifei slowly woke and met Chen Yi's gaze, her face seemingly growing even redder.
"Are you all right?" Chen Yi asked.
