"Such a grand festival, how can only the Forest Witch enjoy the blessing of morning dew?" Her fingertips contained powerful strength, carrying an irresistible temptation.
The air inside the treehouse instantly became even hotter.
Freya was also completely awakened by the commotion. She sat up, frowning, with her gold hair cascading down, revealing her tan, muscular body marked by traces from the night before. She looked at the fragrant scene before her, her cold and beautiful face expressionless, merely stretching her neck slightly, producing a faint sound of cracking joints, then her gaze fell on Su Li, carrying the straightforward scrutiny unique to a Female Knight and a barely noticeable warmth.
