Knock, knock!
A crisp knocking sounded at the door.
Barefoot, Xuan Yi lay on her side on the bed. She raised her delicate hand and gently wiped the tear tracks from the corners of her eyes.
"Come in!"
Fan Tian entered carrying a steaming bowl of chicken soup.
"Aunt Xuan, I just made this soup with a rank-three magical beast, a Spirit Feather Chicken. Have a taste," Fan Tian said with concern.
Xuan Yi lay on her side, presenting Fan Tian with the rear view of her voluptuous figure. Her incomparably full hips, relaxed shoulder line, and perfectly tapered waist formed curves imbued with the assurance of passing years. Her figure was lush without losing its definition, like a lustrous jade sculpture polished by time, every inch brimming with vitality.
"Oh, it's you, little Tian. Come sit down. I never imagined someone so young would have this skill!"
Sensing Fan Tian's masculine presence behind her, along with what seemed to be a scorching gaze, Xuan Yi trembled slightly, her peaks quivering. Her legs pressed together involuntarily as she turned a little toward him.
Her exquisite face was as soft and warm as jade.
Throughout her many years cultivating at the Pill Tower, she had always been alone. No young man had ever entered her room before, much less looked her over so boldly.
Without the slightest hesitation, Fan Tian walked straight over. Breathing in the intoxicating allure of the mature beauty, he sat beside Xuan Yi on the bed.
Waves of heat rose from the chicken soup in his hands, even making Fan Tian break into a slight sweat.
At such close quarters, his youthful, masculine scent mingled with the steam from the soup and drifted into Xuan Yi's nose and mouth, bringing a faint blush to her fair face.