Chen Baojiao was a devastatingly beautiful woman, a femme fatale who could make any man lose his mind. To have such a coveted, peerless beauty so close, especially with her high, full bosom pressing faintly against his chest, was truly intoxicating.
Li Qiye simply smiled and leaned close to Chen Baojiao's ear. With an indescribable cadence, he gently breathed against her skin. His voice, as if set to a bewitching and seductive rhythm, whispered, "Do you know what the rarest physique in the world is?" As his words faded, he followed their impossible tempo and gave her earlobe a light nibble.
"AH—!" Chen Baojiao shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly leaping a great distance away. In that split second, a fiery heat coursed through her body. The sensation, like the surging of a spring well, was an illusion that overwhelmed her senses.
