The beauty came out of the bath like a lotus out of the water.
Ling Qingxue's face was still blushing because she had been in the hot bath for a long time. Her hair was still wet, and it hung down beside her face, making her look even more attractive.
She had changed into a light purple Han Chinese clothing, and a belt with complicated and beautiful patterns was tied around her slender waist. A section of her white and tender forearm, which was like a lotus root, was exposed from the wide sleeves. As she walked, her robe fluttered gently, and she was as moving as a fairy.
Xia ruofei could not help but stare at Ling Qingxue in a daze. He mumbled,""Graceful like a startled Swan, graceful like a Wandering Dragon. The autumn chrysanthemums of glory and the spring pine. The misty Xi is like the closed moon in the light clouds, the drifting Xi is like the snow returning to the wind ..."