Aimier had a gorgeous figure. Especially when she crouched to pick truffles like this, she showed off her voluptuous waist and hips. Paired with her excited, sweet voice, she was practically a man-killer.
Although Li Ziran knew perfectly well that this was his own puppet, he had to stir up his desire now.
That desire would allow him to complete his task.
He wanted to win this woman over. It was that simple.
As for the puppet, he had not lied. She could control it, but it would relay every sensation she experienced back to him, exactly as she felt it.
Some Void Spirit technology had gone into it, after all.
At least she was delighted now.
"Li Ziran, come here! It smells so good! This is wonderful. Look at the earth, the spring breeze, and the grass. None of these exist in the Oak Space. Hurry over!" Aimier called excitedly. "You're incredible. I've never seen such a perfect puppet. This isn't a puppet at all, but a gift from the gods. You're definitely greater than the Oak."
Aimier's praise echoed through the mangroves, her voice so sweet and rich.
Li Ziran watched the lovely figure among the grass. The fragrance on his body slowly faded, while a faint sheen began to glow on his skin.
The Void Spirit in his mind rapidly reviewed every detail of Li Ziran's appearance. Now he had to put everything Anjebel had taught him on full display.
Everything was ready.
A white robe, a faint scent of truffles, and a slight pale glow on his skin made him look very much like Aimier's dream lover.
He began walking with graceful steps, brushing the grass aside. He drew closer and closer to the woman until he could smell her fragrance and clearly see the dimples