Chen Shi's gaze fell upon the matron, his eyebrows lightly raised, his sleeves gradually beginning to flutter.
There was no wind in the deep courtyard, but the flow of True Qi was present.
Like the wind, it lifted the hem of the young man's robe.
The matron was a mature woman, her gaze carrying the wisdom of one who had seen through all men, but Chen Shi was just a kid, his gaze clear and devoid of sexual desire, which made her feel somewhat unfamiliar.
Though she was over forty, she maintained herself very well, appearing only in her early thirties.
Her skin was smooth, fair, and supple.
There was no excess flesh on her body, nor was any lacking.
Where it should bulge, it certainly bulged, and where it should be concave, it definitely would not protrude.
Where it should be thin, it was thin, where it should be round, it was round.
