Chapter 107: The Betrothal Gift
Xiangliu summoned a thin, red undergarment and helped Xiaoyao put it on. Her translucent, exquisite curves made his demonic pupils dilate once more.
Amidst his restless stirrings, her puzzled voice rang out:
"Xiangliu, isn't your scimitar formed by spiritual power? Why is it hanging here?"
"Why don't you take it down and see?" Xiangliu walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her to pull her into his embrace, rested his chin on her collarbone, and pressed his lips against her snowy neck as he rubbed gently against it, speaking in a low murmur.
Chapter 107