Chapter 13: That Slender, Smooth Leg
Amid the gaze of the onlookers, a delicate figure deftly pushed open the glass door and entered the bar. In an instant, the air, already filled with the rich aroma of alcohol, also began to subtly exude a fatal allure, capturing the attention of everyone present.
Under the ambiguous lighting, a female swordsman adorned in a silvery-white fine-spun cotton and linen armor and equipped with an enigmatic emerald longsword, walked gracefully. Like a willow swaying in the wind, her alluring appearance was captivating. Her skin was as smooth and lustrous as jade, illuminated by the light to resemble the silkiness of milk. Her form-fitting gauze blouse, accentuated by a silken tie, highlighted her voluptuous and sexy bust, delicately curved, with loose sleeves revealing a pair of arms like tender lotus roots. The slanted neckline could not conceal the undulating terrain and the subtle revelation of a crimson plum, radiating a glistening and translucent jade-like sheen. Her slender and tall figure exuded an air of youthfulness, a blend of the purity unique to beauty and the hidden seductiveness and sexiness. Her legs, rounded and taut, were encased in flesh-colored silk stockings that showcased an elegant curve from bottom to top, straight, snowy, and plump. The long, slender, and exquisite legs were truly smooth, with a beautiful curve and full, round, and high buttocks, lightly covered by a pure white skirt. The plump and beautiful ankles, delicate and symmetrical toes, were vaguely revealed under the crystal silk, each pinkish bean蔻 (Note: The original text seems to have a typographical error here, which I've left as is.), tender and enticing, making one unable to resist the urge to playfully kiss.
Only as the woman approached the bar did one see her face, which could make men yearn and women envy. Her every smile and frown was capable of stirring the flames of desire in every man's heart on the scene. Her beauty was accompanied by a serene and elegant demeanor, as if she had stepped out from ancient Greek mythology, like the goddess Venus, with a figure as clear as snow and a fairy-like grace. Her stunning appearance could subjugate any man under her charm.
Yet her face was always as cold as the Arctic ice, with long, thick eyelashes framing her misty autumn eyes. Her completely bare face was more radiant than any makeup could make it, her dark brows lightly brushed yet more perfect than any adornment, her delicate nose leading to a plump cherry-red lip, full and inviting. Her darkest night-like raven-black hair was like a cloud of darkness disturbed by the wind, casually draped over her round and smooth shoulders, falling between her sexy collarbones, with a few strands clinging to her snowy cheeks, like the gentle willows hanging over the lake. There was an indescribable beauty.
Stunningly beautiful, yet as cold as a fairy stepping into the world, giving an impression of sacred inviolability.
There was such a cold and gorgeous beauty!
And this beauty actually sat down next to Ye Feng's seat.
"Are you the one buying leaves?" Seeing Ye Feng, the only one holding a weapon, the female swordsman lightly opened her red lips, exhaling an orchid-like fragrance, her voice as cold as the Arctic snow, her expression emotionless as she slightly surveyed Ye Feng's attire.
"Yes, eight." Ye Feng looked up. This was not the first time he had the urge to speak, but in the end, he could only send a message through private chat.
However, upon seeing the face hidden behind Ye Feng's hair, the female swordsman's gaze changed, an indescribable look emerging from the moment it met his cheek, with a hint of sadness and resentment, an unspeakable feeling.
"What is your surname? In reality." The beauty pursed her lips.
"Ye." Hesitant, Ye Feng, whose mind was undoubtedly not working well, felt there seemed to be no harm in it and gave his surname.
The female swordsman casually lifted the corner of Ye Feng's priest's robe, revealing his right wrist.
Ye Feng's right hand was not pleasant to look at; there were several deep red marks on the inside of his wrist, with tiny holes on the edges, like ferocious centipedes, clearly the remnants of poor stitching.
Confused by the female swordsman's actions, Ye Feng did not realize that his wrist even had such rich content.
"Here, take it." The female swordsman suddenly took out a small package from her satchel space, which was obviously filled with leaves. She did not choose to trade but directly handed it to Ye Feng.
"I'm not short of money, and you're not someone with the surname Lin whom I dislike." Seeing Ye Feng's puzzled face, the female swordsman changed her posture, still with a cold expression, but her slender legs slightly gathered and crossed, still revealing a trace of nervousness inside. The exposed part between the silk stockings and the short skirt showed a snowy, smooth section of a leg, faintly glowing.
Ye Feng was infatuated. Since being hit, few people or things could infatuate Ye Feng like this; this was definitely not a state that Ye Feng should have.
But Ye Feng suddenly felt as if he was acquainted with the beauty in front of him, even her finely sculpted, icy skin, her long, smooth legs, as if they were also familiar to him. The familiar luster should be the same familiar soft touch, the intoxicating elegant fragrance, and the delicateness as pure as water.
Ye Feng was infatuated. The cold beauty in front of him brought him a kind of cordial feeling. Suddenly, Ye Feng perceived a strange emotion in her eyes, sadness, and... hatred!
Hatred!
A puzzled hormone flashed through Ye Feng's mind, but this strange emotion had a counterproductive effect, and the impact he brought to her was not positive! The mental block could not think further.
Embarrassed.
A faint mist appeared in the cold beauty's clear eyes, and that strange emotion was gone, replaced by a sense of unease that permeated the surroundings.
Subconsciously changing her posture by shifting her legs, she did not notice at all that the crystal shoe tip brushed against Ye Feng's robe, the rough fabric rippled by the delicate shoe tip, as if reflecting the beauty's unstable state of mind. The person in front of her, the one she had been thinking about day and night.
"Thank you, I have to go." Ye Feng suddenly stood up.
"Don't go!" The cold beauty immediately called out, unable to control her tone. A slender hand quickly grabbed Ye Feng's sleeve, as if afraid that he would disappear forever, completely unaware that Ye Feng's fingers even touched her jade-like leg sitting on the chair.
An unparalleled beauty in the world instantly passed through Ye Feng's fingers. The skin was so delicate and soft like water, and smooth like the most beautiful new leaf. Even the purest jade would become rough and unacceptable compared to the touch of these legs. The world's smoothest milk could not compare to its sweetness, and even the softest silk could not match her holy sheen.
Ye Feng frowned, though.
This feeling unexpectedly brought Ye Feng a sense of repulsion, as if every cell in his body was desperately warning him not to touch her, to stay away from her.
Ye Feng was surprised by this feeling. His expression reflected in the cold beauty's eyes brought a sad mood. Suddenly biting her moist lips, she said something that left Ye Feng stunned: "Kiss me!"
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