"Meeting gift?"
Zhou Chen raised an eyebrow, as if he was reminded of the time when he first met his beautiful master, Huangfu Yueyao, who had also given him a meeting gift.
Do all beautiful masters like to present beauties?
He observed Heart Demon King Yu Wuxin, her shiny black hair glossy and smooth, partially concealing her immortal face, but her breathtaking beauty was undeniable.
Her skin was particularly translucent and fair.
It seemed sculpted from mutton-fat jade, not like flesh and blood, giving a surreal feeling, making one think it was a masterpiece of heaven, rather than flesh and blood creation.
Amidst her pure elegance lay a hint of allure, a beauty that could overwhelm cities and nations.
This meeting gift.
He liked it!
Sensing Zhou Chen's gaze, Yu Wuxin's delicate face, tender as if blown by a gentle breeze, reddened, unsure what thoughts crossed her mind, her legs tensed, a faint pain from behind.
