Mythical World.
Red Dust Mansion.
The morning sun rose, and a few gentle rays of light spilled into the warm and fragrant boudoir.
Zhou Chen slowly opened his eyes, and in his embrace was a beauty of unparalleled grace, sleeping soundly.
Her face was stunningly beautiful and tranquil, her sleeping posture serene and peaceful, as if she stepped out of a painting.
With every soft breath she took, a faint fragrance wafted from her, as fresh as musk, full of life and vitality, intoxicating the senses.
Tears still lingered at the corners of her eyes, evidence of the storm she had weathered before.
Her voluptuous and graceful snowy form lay hidden under the brocade blanket, revealing only a small part of her fair fragrant shoulder, her skin as smooth as jade.
For ten consecutive days.
"Linglong Immortal Venerable, truly seven apertures Linglong!"
