Mm, it smells so good. Her body instinctively leaned a bit closer, the delicate fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose; her little mouth puckered slightly as her pretty nose sniffed subconsciously a few times.
"Have you touched enough?" A detached and slightly cool voice came from above her head. It was magnetic and pleasant, like aged wine, leaving an endless aftertaste. Zhiyan startled and suddenly opened her eyes.
A pair of blue eyes were looking at her indifferently. The man's face was like the bright moon, pure and transparent, his black hair wet from the water and messily draped over his body, giving off a wild and unruly feeling.
His strong, fair body was submerged in the water, and her heart shook violently again.
It was him, the man she had met at the Misty Ridge, the high and mighty, indifferent and unfeeling ruler of the Demon Realm.
