Within Qingyi Palace at this moment, even women would be infected by the atmosphere.
Leaning against the wall with her knees up, Lu Yunzhu watched the swaying scenery before her. Her mind and body were weary, yet she felt an irrepressible desire.
This desire was not only caused by Mu Qingyue and Dongfang Xinglan standing on either side of Lu Jin'an but was also sparked by Zhu Nanzhi.
Surrounded by mist and star light, Zhu Nanzhi's skin, as smooth as jade, was coated with a dewy glow, particularly as the quickly widening tear in her coffee-colored silk stockings revealed the delicate and taut skin of her thighs, creating a strong contrasting allure.
The muscles of her long legs, wrapped in coffee-colored silk stockings, were tightly drawn and moved fluidly, gradually becoming damp and faintly revealing the white-with-a-hint-of-red skin beneath, suffused with an inexplicable, blurred beauty.
A beauty that left one speechless.
