Chen Dashan, beaming with satisfaction, withdrew his hand and moved his large hand to Ning Caizhu's curvy hips, giving them a firm squeeze.
He felt contented.
Otherwise, all that True Qi would have been wasted, a loss-making deal that Chen Dashan never engaged in.
With the white chiffon fluttering and fragrance swirling around, Chen Dashan, as if possessed, reached out and pulled off the veil covering Ning Caizhu's face.
Beauty like jade—an understatement in describing Ning Caizhu. Her skin was snow-white and flawless, with an oval face and exquisite, dimensional features that resembled a perfect piece of art, leaving no room for criticism.
Her captivating eyes, lively and aesthetically pleasing, complemented her allure.
Describing her beauty as devastating to the state and city seemed no exaggeration, enhanced by her unique noble aura, her face could outshine all movie stars.
And her demeanor was not something any movie star could possess.
