She wore a flamboyant red gauze dress, with a low-cut neckline that showcased her ample, snow-white skin, which seemed ready to burst forth. The dress had slits on both sides, through which her long, fair legs appeared fleetingly.
"Fairy Zhao, this isn't quite proper, is it? We could have discussed this over a drink at the inn outside."
A hint of awkwardness and hesitation appeared on the face of the youth in a black robe.
"What's there to be afraid of? Or are you worried that I, your humble servant, might eat you up..."
The woman in the red dress cast a coy look, chuckled lightly, her allure captivating.
Then, she extended a fair arm and took the initiative to grasp the hand of the youth in the black robe.
Her body exuded a fragrance that tickled the senses, almost causing one's heart and mind to gallop away.
The youth in the black robe was taken aback and subconsciously squeezed the tender, boneless palm in his hand.
