On her butterfly bones, the red plum blossom slowly unfurled, vibrantly alive with fragrance.
Leng Youchen's nostrils flared as if he could smell an enticing scent, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch it. The red plum blossoms over her scapula bloomed one after another, instantly mesmerizing him.
Wei Anning shivered all over, feeling as though the place he had kissed was burning with intense flames. She turned to look at Leng Youchen and saw him staring straight at her shoulder. She quickly pulled her clothes up, feeling uncomfortable as she asked, "What are you looking at?"
Leng Youchen was still lost in the beautiful sight he had just witnessed, and even the blooming of numerous flowers before his eyes couldn't compare to the overwhelming shock that the ultimate beauty had brought him.
He fiddled with her clothes, asking, "How can it be so magical?"
