Her delicate body fell into his arms, soft and warm to the touch.
Strands of faint fragrance drifted toward him.
Quiet and elegant, clean and fresh—it smelled rather pleasant.
Lu Yunxiao could not help turning his head. His starry eyes shifted slightly as he looked at the legendary female lead of the Martial Movement World with a measure of curiosity.
He wondered just how beautiful Ling Qingzhu truly was.
Lu Yunxiao examined the beauty in his arms. Dressed in a gauzy skirt, her figure was slender and graceful, exquisitely proportioned.
A thin veil covered her face, yet even through it, he could still glimpse the peerless beauty concealed beneath.
Coupled with her ethereal, aloof temperament, even Lu Yunxiao had to admit that she was indeed a beauty rarely found in this world.
However, the beauty's condition was clearly not right at the moment. Her snow-white skin had taken on a flushed hue.
Her bright, clear eyes were slightly red as well, filled with a heated mist.
It was obvious that she had been deeply affected by the Love Mist.
"That old bastard isn't much in a fight, yet he loves using such underhanded tricks."
Lu Yunxiao grumbled, then suddenly furrowed his sword eyebrows, his expression turning strange.
A slender, jade-like arm, smooth as lotus root, suddenly wrapped around his neck.
A delicate body, seemingly boneless, clung to Lu Yunxiao like a water snake. A faint fragrance surged into his nostrils.
Looking at the lovely face that had suddenly drawn so close to him, the corner of Lu Yunxiao's mouth twitched, and helplessness appeared on his face.
"Girl, you're making this very difficult for me."
"Help me!"
Ling Qingzhu spoke with great difficulty. Clearly, the effects on her were immense.
"You're lucky you ran into a gentleman like me. Otherwise, you'd