Within Changsheng Hall, a warm fragrance filled the air.
On the white jade bed, Lu Changsheng embraced Ling Zixiao's plump and soft waist.
The soft and silky body was blushing beneath the white, dotted with delicate beads of sweat, giving the skin a tempting luster.
"Zi Xiao, you've worked hard these days,"
Lu Changsheng lay down on his side and gently stroked Ling Zixiao's snow-white skin, speaking softly.
In recent days, Ling Zixiao was not only concerned with the Family's Great Formation but also had to teach the children about formations.
And on the family affairs side, Lu Miaoyun would often consult her, keeping her extremely busy.
Her beautiful hair was disheveled, dampened by scented sweat, sticking to her charmingly flushed cheeks, a pair of Qiushui bright eyes brimming with a seductive charm as she spoke in a soft voice, "It's not so hard, I usually have nothing else to do."
