[Hearing this, you were somewhat puzzled, but still walked over.]
[The beautiful Elder Nie lazily propped herself halfway up. Her jade leg, which had rested atop the table, slowly drew back, and her smooth, rounded jade foot stepped onto the cold floor.]
["Elder, is it here?"]
["A little lower..."]
[Her voice carried a honey-like thickness, its trailing note rising slightly. You had no choice but to bend down a little. From this angle, you could see straight into her loose collar, where all the mountains lay beneath your gaze.]
[Two great mountains were half-hidden in bashful display.]
[Your knuckles pressed against her shoulder and neck. The massage techniques you often used on Elder Nian came in handy now, except Elder Nie's skin was far smoother than an old man's, like the finest silk wrapped around warm, fragrant jade.]
["Zhou Jing." She suddenly called your name softly. "How long have you been at Little Green Peak? Mm, the pressure is just right."]
[Elder Nie, who stood half a head taller than you, slightly furrowed her slender brows and let out a soft hum.]
["Replying to Elder, two years and three months—" Before you could finish, you suddenly felt a chill on the back of your hand.]
[Her slender jade fingers had somehow covered it. The balsam-dyed nail polish on her nails scratched a faint tremor across your skin, bringing with it a peculiar sensation.]
["Have you gotten used to it?" Her breathy voice beside your ear carried moist warmth as you saw her turn that Fu Rong-like face toward you.]
[At some point, she had already risen from the recliner and was kneeling before you on one knee, her figure winding like a green serpent. The heat in her eyes was impossible to hide. Her rouge-painted lips were close at hand,