People finally appeared, emerging at the most enigmatic moment under the starlight...
Her veil was as thin as cicada wings, trembling like butterflies in the wind under Lin Xiaosu's fingers.
"Such a heavenly immortal, I truly dare not profane..." Lin Xiaosu murmured softly.
"Do stop pretending, you rascal, uttering reluctance while your fingers venture to places unknown? Hmph..." Saintess Qian Ling softly panted under his touch...
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A gust of wind blew past, scattering the fallen crimson petals everywhere.
Saintess Qian Ling let out a gentle breath, blowing away her disheveled hair.
Her cheek resembled a daffodil after spring rain.
Her eyes filled with an overwhelming spring essence that rain could not wash away: "My dear, did you enjoy it?"
"Indescribably wonderful!"
"How does it compare to the Qingqiu Seventh Princess?"
"Each has their own charms... Hm?" Lin Xiaosu answered offhandedly, then became alert.
