In the late morning of the next day, as the winter sun illuminated the curtains, Shen Qiang ended his cultivation. Holding the alluring and charming Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing, her face was blushing, and her eyes were as enchanting as a pool of spring water. The dimples in her cheeks were filled with endless satisfaction.
Seven long, white tails swayed, revealing her long, snow-white legs that put frost to shame.
From Shen Qiang's angle, he could see her delicate and graceful arches, with toes as white as budding spring onions, and the lightly pink nails made them look even more tender and lovely.
Smelling the faint fragrance of her body and gazing at her delicate and gorgeous face, Shen Qiang couldn't help but tighten his embrace around her slender waist.
But just then, the phone on the bedside table started vibrating.
