Moonlight broke through the window in the tent, enhancing the already extraordinary figure that Ling Yue had. It was as if the heavens had something against the seer and something for Ling Yue.
On top of all that, The seer's ever so slightly sensual redesign of her original clothes, her salty wet cheeks and glistening lips, and the messy hair that she was trying to fix.
She lay atop the seer in all of her divinity right within the seer's grasp. The Seer could no longer resist.
She was about to leave, but the seer never let go of her right arm that he held by its wrist.
"Have I ever complimented you on how pretty you look?" the seer flirted.
Ling Yue stared in shock and confusion.
"You have told me I'm pretty many times before... never meant it as a compliment though," her face was flushed, and so were her hands.
"Ah, how sad. Allow me to compliment you then..." replied the seer with an ever so subtle, barely noticeable grin.
