"Yan Feiyu, did you really go this far all for the sake of this so-called Xuan Yin constitution..."
Yi Changqing's face was flushed red, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
"Indeed, though I didn't expect that I would really take this step one day."
Yan Feiyu squatted down. Her clothes were tight, revealing the curves of her thighs, making her look plump and fleshy.
She looked at Yi Changqing's face and whispered softly, "But now, it doesn't seem all that bad?"
"Three days ago, when we met, you had already started this transformation?"
Yi Changqing gasped.
He recalled the fragrance he had smelled from Yan Feiyu when they met.
Yan Feiyu used the fragrance of makeup as an excuse to cover it up, but when Yi Changqing thought about it carefully, there was a faint body fragrance hidden under the thick incense.
He had always been wary of women, but he had fallen into Yan Feiyu's trap, hook, line, and sinker.
