The flirtatious voice merged with the mist, becoming charming and gentle as it spread.14

Xu Qing couldn’t stop his heart from racing, and he was so incredibly nervous that his mouth had gone dry. Yet he couldn’t help but stare at Plumdark.3

Within the swirling mist, her beautiful face was like a blooming flower. Her eyes, glittering, bright, and deep, seemed to contain myriads and myriads of worlds. They revealed the bashfulness and purity of a young woman, but at the same time, the profundity and wisdom of a mature lady. It made her both mysterious and fascinating. She blinked slowly, and it was like the bright glimmer of starlight on a dark night.0

No one could look away from something like that. And in the process of looking, no one could miss the pale skin in the hazy atmosphere, or the faint flush on her cheeks. It was something delicate and tempting, and the mist only served to accentuate the effect.0

In fact, as the mist grew thicker... Xu Qing’s head felt like it was going to explode.5

Plumdark slowly entered the water, leaving her plum-colored garment behind at the edge of the pool. Her unclothed form was as fair as snow, but also slightly flushed. Just when it seemed she might disappear in the mist, she turned around and smiled. It was just like the famous line of poetry: “If she but turned her head and...4