After returning from the Divine Light Hall.
Chen Mo went to find Zuoqiu Yiren.
Zuoqiu Yiren was lying on a hammock, seemingly asleep, not even noticing Chen Mo approaching.
The mountain breeze gently lifted strands of her long hair, revealing a face like a painting.
She wore a rather loose white gown, enveloping her proud figure, her chest rising and falling, the scent of wine mingling with a faint body fragrance.
Her fair and beautiful calves were exposed, her jade-like feet delicate and spotless, her toes reminiscent of tender lotus buds.
Such an appearance of a fairy, who wouldn't be moved by it.
Those alluring lips, who wouldn't want to taste them.
Chen Mo's heart raced, filled with longing.
But he had the desire but lacked the courage.
Just as he was observing closely, Zuoqiu Yiren opened her eyes, her watery gaze reflecting the sky and clouds, and she burped a little before saying, "When did you get here?"
