A cold wind, originating from nowhere, swept through the room, causing Qin Xueyan’s long dark hair to dance. She stood in a black dress embroidered with cloud patterns—cold, exquisitely beautiful, and as aloof and holy as the bright moon in the night sky.
Yet, the lush, provocative curves of her figure made it impossible for anyone to look away, inciting involuntary fantasies of what it would be like to pin such a holy, sensual immortal under one’s body.
However, Chi Sanshui, present in that moment, could not muster a single lecherous thought.
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