Then where exactly had this faint fragrance come from?
It was slowly being tugged loose. In just a moment, her sash would be torn open on the spot, laying her completely bare before her master.
Should she refuse or not?
"Master, you really are wonderful."
She had nearly exposed the truth that she had not lost her memory.
In fact, she truly intended to give her whole self to her master and become her own master's wife.
She was a swordswoman, after all!
Better to take by the straight path than seek by the crooked one. As the illustrious God-Shocking Sword, how could she do such a thing?
From then on, Ye Qinghong had rarely seen Lian Yue again. He only knew that the sects opposing him would always mysteriously disappear.
A faint fragrance!
The scent was extremely faint. Without sniffing carefully, she would not have noticed it at all.
"All right, then I'll sleep with you."
She intended to embark on her great money-making enterprise.
Capital City was perfect!
It was the most prosperous place in the world.
Fang Yang spoke with a faint smile on his face. As he spoke, he slipped an arm around his disciple's soft waist and lowered her onto the bed.
For a moment, she felt as though she had lifted a stone only to smash her own foot. For the first time, she felt she was so foolish.
"Eldest Senior Sister, my name is Lian Yue."
It was as though she was about to lose something important.
What exactly was going on?
It made her cheeks flush scarlet, and even her breathing grew much more strained.
Whenever her master punished her, her junior sister would take the blame upon herself and protect her.
"Why is this fragrance so familiar? It feels as