The night was as dark as ink, thick as some mysterious immortal elixir. The campfire blazed, its orange-red flames dancing in the night breeze like joyful spirits illuminating the surroundings. The aroma of roasted meat filled the air, as enticing as spiritual mist and silken threads, making the air rich and fragrant.
Du Bufan stared fixedly at the golden roasted meat, little flames seeming to flicker in his eyes like a starving wolf eyeing a lamb, his gaze as intense as stars burning in the night sky. He quickly wiped away the saliva about to spill from the corner of his mouth, his movement eager yet retaining a certain poise, like a brisk wind brushing across a lake—creating ripples, yet leaving the surface deep and unfathomable. Then, he cupped his fists and said, "Many thanks for the invitation, I gladly accept your hospitality." With that, his gaze remained glued to the meat, his eyes acting like a magnet as if nothing else in the world existed except this delicacy.
"Ah? Oh, Senior, the meat is ready, please enjoy!" The Young Maiden was stunned for a moment before understanding dawned, a gentle smile blooming at the corners of her lips. Her smile was like warm sunlight piercing through clouds to warm the heart, like a clear spring flowing—vivid and touching, capable of dispelling any gloom. Her skin was fair, glowing softly in the light of the campfire, pure and elegant like a white lotus veiled in gauze. Her large eyes were bright as stars, clear and lively, looking w…
Chapter 72