With that thought, she waved her hand, allowing the last scraps of her indecent clothing to fall away, revealing her flawless body as white and pure as jade.
Graceful, enticing...
Her beauty even surpassed the most perfect of sceneries, the fiery red maple leaves that now served as her backdrop.
Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she bit her lip gently, and a brush mysteriously appeared between her fingers. With the brush, she wrote a single character—Fang—on her immaculate, straight and slender leg.
It signified her willingness to become the true Slave of the Demon Lord, to be ravaged at his will.
The black character emitted a faint, mysterious aura.
It stood out starkly against her snow-white leg, glaringly conspicuous and utterly captivating.
The Empress Dowager reclined on the cold jade bed, her hair disheveled and cheeks flushed with color, her peach-blossom eyes seemed to ripple endlessly, as if petals were falling one by one.
Passionate, romantic, ambiguous.
