Chen Sheng appeared before the white figure, bent down, and patted her.
"Why are you crying, miss?"
The corners of the white figure's lips curled up as she slowly turned around.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The surrounding lights suddenly lit up, revealing a heavily made-up, utterly bewitching face before Chen Sheng.
"Damn... what a beautiful woman!" Chen Sheng secretly marveled. He was instantly captivated by her beauty.
The woman rose and approached Chen Sheng, blowing a breath at him. Her seductive eyes narrowed slightly, enough to enchant anyone to death without remorse. Chen Sheng instantly fell under her spell.
"Husband, have you come to take me away? I have waited for a thousand years." The woman pressed close to Chen Sheng's cheek and spoke in a breath as fragrant as orchids.
A special fragrance rushed toward him. Chen Sheng was entranced, breathing in that uniquely intoxicating scent to his heart's content.
The woman reached out with a fair hand and stroked Chen Sheng's cheek. Then she withdrew her hand, placed a finger between her crimson lips, and sucked on it.
Slurp! She licked her red lips and stared at Chen Sheng as though he were a plate of delicious delicacies.
She then extended her fair hand, took hold of Chen Sheng—whose eyes were vacant and whose lips bore a smile—and led him toward the couch at the side.
Chen Sheng was so dazed that he had lost all clarity of mind. He obediently followed the woman to the couch and lay down.
"Husband, you and I have not seen each other for a thousand years. I have missed you terribly. Tonight, let me serve you properly."
As soon as she finished speaking, the lights went out, and the woman bent over him.
The next day, Chen Sheng awoke inside the