Beneath her sheer skirt, her long, shapely legs crossed gracefully as she approached.
She held a new carafe of Spirit Wine in her smooth, delicate hands. She glided over, sat down, and refilled Ling Changqing's cup.
"Junior Brother Ling, don't just keep drinking! This Deep Sea Fish Dragon's marrow-liver is quite delicious, you know!"
Qin Yun said softly. She had spared no expense to host Ling Changqing, and this lavish spread of delicacies had cost so much that she'd had to dip into her own personal savings to pay for it.
"Mm, it's excellent!"
Ling Changqing said, satisfied. Fine wine, delicious food, and beautiful women—his three greatest loves in life. Right now, he had it all.
With each cup of Spirit Wine Nectar that went down his throat, Ling Changqing felt his blood begin to boil. A searing heat spread through his entire body, giving him the urge to unleash his pent-up energy.
