The valley was silent as Qin Feng rode his horse for more than a dozen miles without encountering a single soul.
Qin Feng glanced around, occasionally sweeping his gaze over Alice's chest.
This woman was truly a foreign beauty.
Even wrapped in a loose white dress, her ample chest still revealed an impressive curve.
As the warhorse sprinted, her chest bounced up and down.
Qin Feng swallowed secretly, remembering the last time they sparred in Huaxia.
That accidental grab still felt fresh in his memory.
He stared at her for a long time, and Alice seemed to notice, giving him a dry cough and tightening her delicate brows.
Qin Feng quickly turned his eyes away, his face flushing red like a thief caught red-handed.
Alice bit her lip and chuckled softly, glancing at her own beautiful chest with a touch of pride on her charming face.
When they had traveled thirty miles, the warhorses suddenly panicked, raising their hooves and backing away.
