In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

"Now, it's your turn to fulfill your promise."

Li Zimo's thumb pressed hard against her lips, and Shangguan Ningxiang tasted a hint of blood.

She trembled as she untied the belt around her waist, and her panties slid to her feet like a withered petal.

She shyly took the transparent gauze dress handed to her by Li Zimo and put it on awkwardly.

The ice silk gauze dress is as thin as morning mist and can’t cover anything at all. Instead, it makes the skin look more attractive in a hazy way.

“Turn around.”

He ordered from his chair, a dangerous fire dancing in his eyes.

Shangguan Ningxiang bit her lower lip and turned around stiffly.

The hem of the gauze dress was lifted up, revealing the slender jade-like legs.

“Can’t dance?”

Li Zimo suddenly stood up and grabbed her waist.

“I’ll teach you.”

His palm pressed against the naked skin beneath the gauze dress, sliding from the waist to the back.

Shangguan Ningxiang trembled all over, and when he spun her around, her gauze dress rippled like water.

Li Zimo's fingertips seemed to carry electric currents, causing tiny shudders wherever they went.

"Relax."

He whispered in her ear, his lips almost touching her earlobe,

“Follow my rhythm.”

His right hand suddenly slid down, lifting her thigh and allowing her to lift one leg.

Shangguan Ningxiang screamed and instinctively climbed onto his shoulders.

This action completely opened the gauze dress, and the strings of the silk bellyband hung loosely on her arms, revealing her snow-white roundness.

“You learn really fast.”

Li Zimo chuckled, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.

Shangguan Ningxiang gasped, her fingertips digging into the material of his clothes.

His kisses snaked up along her neck, nibbled at her throat, and finally sealed her slightly open lips.

This kiss was irresistibly aggressive. The tip of his tongue pried open her teeth, searching for every inch of sweetness.

Shangguan Ningxiang was so breathless from his kiss that she vaguely felt her gauze dress being pulled down to her elbows and the straps of her bellyband being torn open.

The touch of the ice silk sliding across her skin made her feel weak all over, and she hung in his arms like a pool of spring water.

"Hmm..." When his palm covered the softness of her chest, a moan uncontrollably escaped from the corner of her lips.

Li Zimo took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and pushed her down on the low couch covered with silk.

The scattered gauze wrapped around the two overlapping figures like clouds and mist.

Amidst the surge of passion, Shangguan Ningxiang caught a glimpse of her bellyband still half hanging on her arm, and her snow-white skin had already turned pink with excitement.

Li Zimo's lips and tongue lingered on her neck, leaving a string of hot and wet marks, while his fingers...

"Ah!" She suddenly arched her back, curled her toes, and scratched red marks on his back with her nails.

The tiny moans could no longer be suppressed, and turned into intermittent sobs as his movements became more and more unrestrained.

The brocade quilt embroidered with lotus flowers was kicked into disarray, and the bead curtain made crisp clash sounds as it shook violently.

The candlelight cast the silhouettes of the two people on the gauze curtain, romantic and charming.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the gauze curtains, casting a mottled golden glow on the bed.

Shangguan Ningxiang leaned on Li Zimo's chest, listening to his heartbeat which had not yet calmed down, her fingertips unconsciously drawing circles on his heart.

"You... are so domineering." Her voice still carried the tenderness of lovemaking, and the corners of her eyes were still red.

Li Zimo's slender fingers shuttled through her scattered black hair, and he smiled softly: "Do you like it?"

The person in his arms buried his face deeper, and the tips of his ears were so red that they were almost transparent.

After a long time, a muffled voice came:

“I… should go back.”

"Why don't you follow me from now on?"

He tangled his fingers in a strand of her hair and played with it.

Shangguan Ningxiang stood up, her silky black hair falling from her shoulders:

"I have three sisters over there, all concubines of the Zhao family... We agreed to depend on each other for survival."

"Then come with me."

Li Zimo said it as a matter of course, his fingers stroking the fresh red mark on her collarbone.

“You are so greedy!”

She pounded his chest lightly, her eyes rolling.

“Those sisters won’t like a bad guy like you.”

Li Zimo grabbed her wrist and kissed her palm:

"Not always."

Shangguan Ningxiang broke free with a sweet smile, put on her clothes and stood up.

Li Zimo also stood up, placing his palm on her lower back. Gentle spiritual power flowed into her meridians like a spring breeze, relieving the soreness in her body.

He tied her belt gently, and the occasional brush of his fingertips against her skin still caused a slight tremor.

"Give."

He tied Shangguan Ningxiang's storage sachet embroidered with orchids around her waist, then suddenly lifted her face and pecked her lips.

"The custom-made clothes are all in there, along with some spirit stones and pills..."

After a pause, he took out a white jade slip and placed it on her palm.

"If you miss me, just send me a message."

Shangguan Ningxiang stroked the cloud pattern on the jade slip. She knew she shouldn't agree, but she still said "hmm" softly.

She looked up into his smiling eyes, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and placed a kiss on his lips as light as a dragonfly touching the water.

"It's a reward for you."

She turned and ran away, her gauze skirt swirling like a flower at the threshold, her laughter as clear as wind chimes on the eaves.

“Performance… not bad.”

Li Zimo looked at the receding figure, and gently stroked the lips that were still warm with his fingertips, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

......

In a simple courtyard in the west lane of Ziyun City, dusk shrouds the mottled gray walls.

Xu Zhixia walked to the gate for the third time and looked out. Her white fingertips almost scratched the door frame.

"It's already 3 p.m...."

She bit her lower lip and turned around, her almond eyes filled with anxiety.

Cheng Qianqian was twisting her handkerchief nervously, while Ye Hanlu was sitting on a stone bench, unconsciously turning the teacup over and over again.

The wooden door creaked, and three pairs of eyes lit up at the same time.

When Shangguan Ningxiang walked in under the setting sun, her hair was still stained with the lingering warm fragrance.

“Ningxiang!”

Xu Zhixia rushed forward and grabbed her wrist.

"We thought you were kidnapped by that villain Lin Batian!"

There was a cry in his voice.

Cheng Qianqian went to lock the gate with red eyes, while Ye Hanlu was busy brushing the non-existent dust off her skirt.

"I'm fine."

Shangguan Ningxiang tucked the loose hair behind her ears, and when her sleeves slipped down, a circle of light red was revealed on her wrist.

"Mrs. Shen's clothes still need some stitching, so I stayed a little longer..."

Xu Zhixia keenly noticed that her eyelashes trembled slightly when she spoke, but she didn't ask any more questions.

The four of them sat around the old pear tree, with a cup of chrysanthemum tea that had already gone cold on the stone table.

"I heard there's another case of flower picking in the south of the city."

Cheng Qianqian suddenly lowered her voice.

"They only target women who walk alone..."

Ye Hanlu's teacup clanged against the stone table.

While everyone was silent, Xu Zhixia suddenly noticed that Shangguan Ningxiang was staring at somewhere in the void, with a suspicious curve at the corner of her lips.

“Ningxiang?”

She waved her hand in front of her eyes.

"Has your soul been seduced away by a vixen?"

"Ah?" Shangguan Ningxiang's hand trembled, and tea splashed on her clothes.

When three pairs of eyes stared at her at the same time, the tips of her ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cheng Qianqian suddenly leaned closer: "Sister, are you...thinking about men?"

“What nonsense!”

Shangguan Ningxiang stood up suddenly, and her collar spread out with the movement - a few bright red spots were clearly printed on her snow-white skin.

Ye Hanlu's handkerchief fell to the ground.

Xu Zhixia pulled open her collar, revealing the ambiguous traces below her collarbone in the twilight.

"This is..."

Xu Zhixia's voice suddenly choked, and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.

"Which beast bullied you? Lin Batian? Or that damned flower thief?"

Her trembling hands touched the red marks, as if that could erase the unbearableness.

Cheng Qianqian had already taken out her sword, while Ye Hanlu was clutching Shangguan Ningxiang's sleeve tightly, as if afraid that she would disappear.

“Neither…”

Shangguan Ningxiang held her collar tightly, her voice as light as a feather.

She looked at her sisters' red eyes and suddenly felt that all those romantic thoughts had become sins.

The evening breeze blew through the pear tree, dropping a few petals that stuck to her undried tea stains, just like the trembling caused by someone's fingertips brushing against her skin.