Inside the room, everything was spotless. Even the air was suffused with the faint, unique fragrance of a maiden's beauty.
Xiao Yao's figure crossed space and appeared soundlessly in the middle of the room.
The next moment, he froze slightly, staring wide-eyed at the breathtakingly sensual and beautiful sight before him—one that could make any hot-blooded man's veins surge instantly.
Before him stood an exquisitely beautiful woman in an incomparably tight, fiery-red, high-slit qipao, her figure voluptuous to the extreme. In a sweet, enchanting voice so seductive it could make one's bones go soft, she carefully counted every furnishing in his room.
"Mm... this is the desk Young Master Xiao Yao once used. It's been cleaned..."
"These are the books Young Master has read... I wonder what Young Master likes to read..."
"This is the bed Young Master will sleep in..."
As she spoke, she bent over and used a snow-white silk handkerchief to meticulously clean every corner of the bed.
Her slim waist and the plump, peach-like curves of her rear, made even fuller and rounder by her posture, formed a perfect, graceful arc that made even Xiao Yao's blood heat up and his mouth go dry! Her long, shapely legs, wrapped in translucent stockings, invited endless fantasies.
Because Xiao Yao's teleportation technique caused not the slightest spatial fluctuation, the beautiful woman before him, wholly absorbed in her "work," had clearly failed to notice him.
Ya Fei had no idea that she was swaying her mature, captivating figure in such an alluring and sensual pose, with her back turned toward the true owner of the room.
Xiao Yao rubbed his nose, feeling the Heart Fire and Kidney Fire within him begin to blaze somewhat uncontrollably once more.
He could not help coughing lightly to announce his presence.
"Ahem."
"Who?!"