Between the clouds, Zhao Sheng suppressed the astonishment in his heart, cupped his fists, looked around, and respectfully said:
"May I ask which senior is making a joke with the two of us? I am Zhao Qingyang, and I offer my greetings!"
"Hee hee!"
Suddenly, a coquettish laugh rang out again, but this time it came from behind Zhao Sheng. Accompanying it was a sweet, soft, and honey-like scent.
No sooner had Zhao Sheng caught a whiff of this aroma than he felt a dizziness sweep across his mind, inexplicably conjuring up countless enchanting images.
"This is not good!"
In that instant, he was startled and alarmed; he whirled around only to see a flawless and devastatingly beautiful face closely pressing against his shoulder, showing him a seductive smile that could charm all beings.
Upon closer inspection, Zhao Sheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
