Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

The house is decorated very warmly and comfortably, with pink everywhere.

By the window, there is a dressing table with a bronze mirror on it.

The bookshelf on the right is filled with various books, and the house is filled with a faint fragrance.

This is obviously a woman's boudoir.

Behind the screen, mist was rising and a beautiful girl was bathing. She had curved eyebrows, delicate face and slightly parted red lips.

Drops of water slid down her delicate body in beautiful arcs. Because of the hot water, her little face was flushed, making her look even more beautiful and charming.

There is an alluring charm in every gesture, and her jade-like skin is faintly flushed.

She stood up like a lotus emerging from the water, and the outline of her perfect body was revealed.

The water flowed gently over her body.

She is over two meters tall, but she doesn't look stiff. Instead, she has a devilish figure with graceful curves. Under her slender waist are a pair of super long and attractive legs.

The height of her beautiful legs alone is half the height of an average person's body.

This tall and attractive woman is naturally Fuqiu.

"Miss, the elder wants to discuss something with you!" A maid knocked on the door.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Fuqiu covered her proud body, put on her nice dress and went out.

Fuqiu closed the door and walked through a long corridor, when suddenly a dark shadow appeared.

"Woo woo..." Fuqiu's mouth was covered, her beautiful eyes were wide open, she looked very frightened, and her long legs kept kicking.

The man in black was afraid that others would discover him, so he took Fuqiu and left the courtyard.

On a mountain top, the man in black put Fuqiu down.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" Fuqiu covered her graceful body and kept backing away.

"It's me!" The man in black took off his mask.

"Lu Hao?" Fuqiu was surprised and her body was heaving, but she finally calmed down. She thought she had encountered some flower thief.

However, Lu Hao seems to be no different from the flower thief.

It’s just that one is open picking and the other is hidden picking.

"Do you really want to marry that man?" Lu Hao took two steps forward and asked what was on his mind.

"Yeah." Fuqiu felt warm in her heart when she saw Lu Hao's anxious expression, but she nodded calmly.

"Damn it." Lu Hao couldn't help but curse.

"Why are you swearing at me?" Fuqiu glared at Lu Hao with her beautiful eyes.

"I wasn't scolding you, I was scolding your future husband." Lu Hao felt that the more he explained, the more confused he became.

"If you don't want to do this willingly, I will take you back to Yuntian Sect now. No one will dare to do anything to you." Lu Hao grabbed Fuqiu's jade hand and said seriously.

"You're overthinking it. I did it voluntarily." Tears flashed in Fuqiu's beautiful eyes, but she quickly covered them up.

Fuqiu is now so calm that it’s a little scary, which is very different from her lively girlish personality in the past. Maybe she has grown up.

Lu Hao still remembered that during the competition at the Immortal Cultivation Conference, no one was optimistic about his victory, except Fuqiu, who placed all her spirit stones on him and cheered for him.

He also remembered that when he was injured and unable to move, it was Fuqiu who had always taken good care of him. In order to make him feel more comfortable leaning on her, she would rather let him lean on her soft body.

There was also Fuqiu feeding him fish soup, and the two of them playing around with shy expressions.

The past scenes emerged in Lu Hao's mind, and he felt heavy-hearted.

"You won't be happy if you marry him." Lu Hao was still making his last effort.

"Then who do you think I will be happy if I marry?" Fuqiu seemed to be asking Lu Hao, but also seemed to be mocking herself. Sometimes personal ability cannot compete with the general trend.

"Why don't you marry me?" Lu Hao was so excited that he couldn't help but say what was in his heart.

"You?" Fuqiu's heart beat faster and faster, so violently, as if a deer was beating against her. He was actually confessing his love to her.

"Have you ever liked me for a moment?" Lu Hao tried to find an excuse for himself.

He still remembered that if Qi Yue hadn't suddenly barged in, they would have almost kissed.

"I...I didn't." Fuqiu lowered her head quietly, her cheeks flushed so red that they looked like they were dripping with water. She really did like Lu Hao.

When Lu Hao rescued her from Zhang Long, and then when Lu Hao defeated Gu Lin single-handedly, and later when she took the initiative to take care of the injured Lu Hao, she had actually won her heart long ago.

But now she has to give up her immature ideas and face reality.

"Oh!" Lu Hao sighed softly, feeling deeply powerless.

The two fell into silence. A mountain breeze blew, blowing up Fuqiu's long black hair. Her dress also clung tightly to her delicate body, revealing her snow-white and attractive legs.

Seeing Lu Hao about to leave.

Fuqiu blushed and mustered up the courage to ask, "Can you hug me one last time?"

Lu Hao wanted to hold Fuqiu in his arms, but because the height was not high enough, it looked like Fuqiu was holding Lu Hao in her arms.

Never mind, just hold her in your arms.

Lu Hao felt the softness and elasticity of the jade-like skin.

Lu Hao hugged Fuqiu, both of them were very pure and without any random thoughts.

Lu Hao looked up at Fuqiu's tender and tempting red lips, his throat rolled, and he stood on tiptoe to kiss her, but Fuqiu was too tall, and he failed after trying for a long time.

Fuqiu already had a good impression of Lu Hao, and she didn't like the person she was going to marry this time.

Thinking that things might have changed when they meet again, Fuqiu bent down and kissed Lu Hao.

It was a long time before the two separated.

Lu Hao sent Fuqiu into the family and made up his mind that he would never let Fuqiu marry that old man.