Liu Erlong's Perfect Figure

Before long, Zhu Zhuqing's figure vanished beyond the courtyard gate. Dai Chengfeng looked up at the sky color and estimated the time...

Then he turned and walked out of Spirit Hall.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan branch courtyard was quiet and secluded.

Aside from a few maids occasionally passing by, there was no one else.

Dai Chengfeng soon arrived before the courtyard gate. The door was left ajar.

He pushed it open gently and stepped into the courtyard.

The cobblestone path was clean, and the flowers and grass on both sides were beaded with morning dew. A faint fresh scent of plants drifted through the air.

The doors and windows of the main house were tightly shut, and it was silent inside.

He walked to the window and listened with his ear turned to the side. All he heard was steady, long breathing.

Sure enough, she was still asleep.

Dai Chengfeng applied a little force with his hand. The door latch gave a soft "click," and he pushed the door open. A scent mingled with a faint womanly fragrance and warmth rushed toward him.

The light inside was dim. The curtains were drawn tight, with only a few slender strands of gold thread piercing through the gaps, cutting across the room's stillness.

His gaze fell on the bed in the inner room.

Liu Erlong was asleep on her side, the silk quilt only covering her to the waist.

She was wearing a silk nightdress. Perhaps she had felt too warm in her dreams; the blanket had slid down, and the skirt hem had ridden up a little, revealing a stretch of fair, full thigh.

The nightdress was a pale crimson, its fabric soft and close-fitting, outlining the breathtaking curves of a mature woman's body.

Her shoulders were round and