Dawn's faint light, the soft rays seep through the sheer bed curtains, casting a hazy glow over that exceptionally beautiful face.
Her delicate cheeks blushed pink, like dawn clouds rising, her eyes shimmering, carrying a bashful reluctance to speak.
Chen Mo's gaze slightly lost focus.
After all, he was well-accustomed to the ways of the world.
Cold elegance, mature charm, youthful vigor, heroic spirit... He had seen all sorts of stunning beauties, but when it came to being enchanting, Gu Manzhi was in a class of her own.
That special temperament, a mixture of allure and innocence, was like poppy, seductive and obviously dangerous, yet irresistibly addictive.
Gu Manzhi nestled in Chen Mo's embrace, her acute spiritual sense as a Sixth-rank Mage allowed her to clearly feel his breathing grow heavy, muscles tense, Qi-blood pumping like wildly beating drums.
"Hmm?"
"This is…"
Suddenly, she noticed a change, her pretty face instantly flushed red.
