After straightening his attire, Phield stepped out of the inn and immediately saw the waiting carriage.
"My dear Phield, how could you come to Maple Leaf City and not visit me first? I've missed you for so long."
A cloyingly sweet laugh drifted from the carriage. Then a graceful, seductive figure lifted the curtain.
Phield glanced over instinctively, and his mind wavered at once. Sexy—utterly, overwhelmingly sexy. He couldn't even find the right words to describe the woman before him, whose allure seemed to seep into her very bones. Standing around one meter seventy-five, her figure was lush and opulent, easily an E-cup. With every step, her full chest trembled as if on the verge of spilling free. Her long legs were perfectly straight, and each stride sent waves of breath-stealing motion through her soft, sensual curves.
"This shouldn't be divine charm… Just pure looks and body alone. My thinking is still intact." Phield pinched his thigh, using the pain to regain clarity.
