Underneath Shen Tang's outer clothing was form-fitting attire, something she carried with her.
The gauzy dress was light and clung close to her body, revealing curves and a faint hint of color...
Liu Ye felt his breath grow heavy. His gaze wandered uncontrollably, settling on places he shouldn't be looking.
The female's urging voice rang out again, "Ah Lan, why are you dawdling? Hurry up and dry my clothes, they're really uncomfortable like this!"
Only then did Liu Ye come to his senses, quickly helping to dry her clothes.
But the two were so close, it felt as though there was nothing between them but a thin layer of cloth.
He bowed his head slightly, his chin lightly resting in her hair, able to catch the dizzyingly intoxicating scent she exuded—a scent tinged with a hint of sweet blood.
That charming fragrance released pheromones that provoked his primal desires, carrying an almost fatal temptation and invitation.
