And at this moment.
Xiao Fei stood beside Yuxin.
He inserted the four sticks of incense he held one by one.
Then, he glanced at the beautiful woman next to him.
In the light of the lamps and incense, Yuxin's skin was like snow reflecting light, fine and smooth like jade, her cherry-like lips red without any embellishment, alluring and moist.
Two strands of hair by her cheeks fluttered gently in the wind, adding to her seductive charm, and the pearl earrings on her crystalline earlobes swayed, occasionally flashing dazzlingly as she glanced around.
Her gaze was soft as she looked over, like a Persian cat, lazy and noble. When she softly lifted her eyes, it was as if she awoke from a slumber lasting a century, her long and dense eyelashes curling upwards in a perfect arc.
Standing beside Xiao Fei, her petite figure was straight and elegant, naturally emanating an aura of inaccessibility.
But Xiao Fei knew all of this was just an illusion.
