She Is Here

Silently, his fingers curled slightly.

The black fabric, already stretched to its limit by the tear at its edge, ripped with a rrrip.

The slowly splitting opening instantly extended another inch downward, pulled into a beautiful V-shape by the strain, and continued creeping lower.

And with this sudden change, the alluring curve that had only been gradually emerging was instantly transformed into a soft, delicate, tempting cleft.

Having done all this, Xu Yuan did not rise.

Back straight, he knelt on the couch between her legs, looking down at her with keen interest.

Li Qingyan propped herself up with one hand on the couch, her body leaning back. Her long, fair jade-like legs were plump in just the right measure, and the remaining pair of Cloud-Treading Lotus Boots even added a touch of allure.

The arch of her waist made that curve appear all the more full.

The pair of magnificent crimson eyes beneath her brows were like fallen stars, staring straight at him as though they could steal away one's soul.

Even at this point, Xu Yuan still could not find the slightest trace of a woman's shyness on the face or in the eyes of the princess in the black silk bandeau.

The black silk bandeau continued to split, but Xu Yuan's fingers offered no further assistance.

Life needed a sense of ceremony—and a little pleasure, too.

Listening to the pleasant, slow sound of fabric tearing and watching that graceful figure flicker in and out of view, this process was far more exciting than swallowing it all in one bite.

Leaning down slightly, Xu Yuan's voice was gentle and mellow.

"You seem rather nervous?"

As he spoke, his slender fingertips swept directly across that cleft, tracing downward along its curve, just as she had done to him moments