Miao Yu Palace.
The Holy Immortal Sanmiao Fairy, who countless men dream about, lay lazily on the bed, with no image to maintain.
The sun rose in the east, like a scarlet fireball slowly ascending.
Sanmiao Fairy's jade-like translucent body appeared as flawless as a transparent gem under the hazy sunlight, her entire form shining with a faint radiance.
Her hair was disheveled, her face as beautiful as a flower, her flushed, rosy complexion resembling a peony after a spring rain, charming and seductive beyond measure.
"Miao'Er!"
An alluring mature voice suddenly sounded, exceptionally pleasing to the ear, as if coming from the heavens.
A voluptuous figure in red condensed before the bed, her long, flowing red dress dancing, her feathers shimmering, like a Celestial Palace Goddess descending to the world, captivating and unparalleled.
"Master!"
Sanmiao Fairy was both surprised and delighted, yet ashamed; her current state was truly embarrassing.
