"Oh—" Bao Xiaoqin's brows twitched as she smiled meaningfully at the Succubus. "If you say so."
She lowered her head, her gaze falling on her own ample breasts. Then she looked up at the Succubus's chest and suddenly revealed a mischievous smile.
Unable to resist, she asked, "Then once we reach Sunset City, do you want me to help you find a man?"
Her tone was utterly sincere—so sincere that the Succubus felt she would be letting down her goodwill if she refused.
The Succubus cursed in irritation, "Yes! I want one so badly I could die!"
Rather than getting angry, Bao Xiaoqin's eyes lit up. She raised her head to look at her, her eyes curving with her smile. "I never thought someone like you would know what's good for you."
When she smiled, her eyes became like a crescent moon—curved and bright, with the corners slightly upturned, carrying a natural charm.
Her features had always been exquisite, her eyes like autumn waters and her lips full and soft. Now that she was smiling, it was as though her whole body had been lit up, radiant enough that no one could look away.
Any other man would have already fallen for her and dropped to his knees.
The Succubus did not.
Though they were very close, close enough that she could almost smell the fragrant scent in Bao Xiaoqin's breath.
And that faint, elusive fragrance on her body—
It was not the scent of cosmetics, but a warm, soft feminine fragrance that seemed to seep from her very bones.
If a woman like this stared straight at you, her eyes bright as stars, her lips red as cherries, her warm breath brushing against your face—
If you still did not make a move—in Bao Xiaoqin's eyes, you were either