Within the great hall, a series of sounds continued for a long while. At first, they were soft and dense, rustling like spring silkworms nibbling leaves. Then they gradually quickened, an unbroken patter like a sudden downpour striking a window, like pearls falling onto a jade platter, echoing and intertwining through the empty hall.
After a long while, the sounds gradually subsided. Hong Yuan let out a long breath of stale air, his palm gently tracing the contours of the rising peaks before him. He was fairly satisfied with this meticulous inspection.
The genuine article!
Aside from one slight flaw, only one word could describe her: luscious!
"Darling, you were wonderful!" Madam Bloodrose's bonelessly supple body slumped in Hong Yuan's embrace. Her upper garment had slipped down to her waist without her noticing, revealing a stretch of snowy white jade. Her skin radiated astonishing heat, as though it could melt a person into her.
Her eyes shimmered, moist and sparkling, brimming with seductive charm. Looking at Hong Yuan, she giggled. "Does this mean we're Dao companions now?
"What should I call you from now on? Husband? Young master? Or perhaps... master?"
Speaking softly, she looped her jade-white arms around Hong Yuan's neck. Suddenly, a little scarlet tongue darted out, and she leaned in to offer her crimson lips.
Pop!
A long, powerful finger pressed against Madam Bloodrose's brow, stopping her approach. She froze briefly, then looked at Hong Yuan in surprise.
A trace of distaste flashed through Hong Yuan's eyes.
That was close. I almost became a tiger devouring its own cubs.
This woman's charm arts were truly terrifying, probably already akin to sinister sorcery. Even an upright gentleman like him, who had always kept himself pure, had fallen into her trap in a moment of carelessness, committing the mistake