Once they landed, Zhaang Ye finally had time to get a good look at Xuli Qiqi. The thin layer of mist on the face of the woman half-slumped in his arms had vanished at some point.
Zhaang Ye glanced at Xuli Qiqi a few times and found himself slightly taken aback. Her skin was as smooth as jade; she was a truly rare beauty. But Zhaang Ye had lived two lives and had seen his fair share of stunning women. As beautiful as Xuli Qiqi was, she merely left him feeling a momentary sense of awe.
What struck Zhaang Ye as odd was an indescribable quality to her features. This aura was difficult to put into words; if one had to try, it was like water and clouds. Under its strange influence, Xuli Qiqi seemed to grow more beautiful the longer he looked. Even with all of Zhaang Ye's experience and self-control, his blood actually began to pump a little faster.
