Looking at Miss Jing, who usually appeared inviolable and holier-than-thou, pure and aloof with skin as cold and clear as jade...
Her black hair was now a disheveled mess, and her eyes, like icy springs on snow-capped mountains, almost melted into pools of water.
Her meticulously tidy white robe was now utterly disheveled, with the neckline wide open, revealing a white undergarment and collarbones, as she lay there listlessly beneath Fang Geyu, looking completely vulnerable.
Li Jiujiu felt as if her jaw had dropped to the floor and she couldn't pick it up.
She was thoroughly in awe of Fang Geyu. To think that Miss Jing, high and lofty as a rare flower on a snowy mountain peak, whom countless heroes had yearned for over centuries without success—
She simply stepped over countless worthy men, swiftly and decisively plucked the beauty for herself.
Just listen to what had been said earlier—they even took her clothes off and kissed her in bed!
