Xiao Chen offered no resistance, his body relaxed. He wasn't a rigid Wei Daoist. He smiled in the face of it all, feeling the youthful energy Fire Dance exuded as she twirled around him. Her flaming red hair lightly brushed against his face, soft and ticklish. The touch of her exquisite body sent a thrill through him.
Lively as a sprite, Fire Dance laughed seductively, spinning her jade-like body around and leaning into Xiao Chen's embrace before gracefully pirouetting away. She directed a teasingly sweet smile at the astonished fatty standing nearby, clapping her hands delicately.
Eight youthful, vibrant young women entered in single file. They were all around 18 or 19, in their prime. Carrying trays of food, they came in two waves, bringing in 16 dishes of delicate cuisine and two pitchers of wine.
