The air was filled with a cloying fragrance.
It was the scent of calming incense mingled with the unique body fragrance of a mature woman, like invisible threads winding around Qin Feng's nose.
Faced with Qin Feng's aggressively invasive approach, Queen Mother of the West neither fled in panic like a young girl nor simply fell onto the couch and let him have his way.
She smiled.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly, tracing out a breathtaking curve.
That smile carried a touch of provocation, a touch of seductiveness, and the composure of one in a high position.
"Is the Alliance Leader this impatient already?"
She extended a hand and pressed it against Qin Feng's solid chest. Her fingertips lightly circled before she applied a little force, using it to slide backward like a nimble snake.
Light and silky.
She slipped free from Qin Feng's embrace and slowly rose from the other side of the couch.
Qin Feng did not pursue her. He merely stood where he was, hands in his pockets, watching with interest.
When prey wanted to perform one final dance before being devoured, hunters usually had enough patience to indulge it.
Queen Mother of the West stood barefoot upon the cool Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade floor.
The contrast between white and green was especially glaring in the dim space.
She was not wearing shoes.
The tiny golden bell around her ankle rang crisply with every step.
Jingle, jingle.
The sound had a rhythm to it, every ring seeming to land upon the beat of one's heart.
With her back to Qin Feng, she slowly took two steps. Her pale purple gauze palace dress clung tightly to her back and hips as she moved, outlining an S-shaped curve enough to shake even a saint's Dao Heart.
"West Kunlun