Women had always loved cleanliness, especially noble and beautiful beings like angels—male angel scum excluded. Although their advanced genetic technology had long allowed them to reach a state where dust never touched their bodies, they still greatly enjoyed soaking comfortably in a warm bath and savoring the feeling of being wrapped in flowing water.
At the Left Wing King's Residence, Kesha's private castle, no Male Angel was permitted to approach, not even Miller, the Left Wing King.
Amid the sea of cloud-carpet flowers was a bathhouse spanning nearly a hundred square meters. It upheld the Angel Civilization's retro style, with palace gates and winding corridors complementing one another, elegant and exquisite without lacking comfort.
At the center of the pool stood a fountain shaped like an angel. She held up a bright moon with both hands, clear water cascading down from it.
Steam rose from the bath, spreading into drifting mist like a light veil that colored the atmosphere with a hazy mood. The rich scent of roses mixed with the refreshing fragrance of the surrounding sea of flowers and slipped into their noses, bringing such comfort and relaxation that one could not help but want to cast aside all worldly worries and lose oneself completely in it.
In the pool, six stunning beauties lounged or lay by the edge. Their curled hair clung to their lovely faces. Some were mature and voluptuous, others petite and delicate, each with her own charms. Their alluring naked bodies appeared and disappeared amid the misty vapor, inviting endless fantasies.
The sounds of laughing and frolicking came from one tall beauty and one small beauty, who were brazenly taking liberties with each other. The steamy sight would have been enough to make any man bleed from the nose. Other than Liang Bing and Angel