Deep within the majestic palace.
Xia Shiqing lay on the lavish bed, her body clad only in a pair of sheer stockings that wrapped her from her toes to her slender waist.
Even as she lay down, those alabaster curves appeared full and proud.
The twin crimson points on the peaks were vivid and enticing, like breathtaking accents.
Thinking of what was about to happen, her expression was calm and indifferent, her star-like eyes cold and piercing, as if she were merely an observer.
Yet the slightly smudged lipstick and a few loose strands of hair sticking to the corner of her mouth lent her a touch of poignant beauty, arousing a desire to cherish her.
Not far from the cabinet.
The man, bare-bottomed, rummaged through the drawer, retrieving all sorts of bottles, pouring the precious elixirs into his palm.
Xia Shiqing glanced at him and said, "Stop taking those, if you keep taking them, you'll really ruin yourself."
