"Where do I sign?"
After a moment's thought, she lifted her top just enough to reveal the flat of her lower abdomen and gently patted the skin just above her waistline.
"Here," she said, her voice calm, but her cheeks faintly flushed.
She was slender, her figure well-defined and lithe—a cultivator in the Refinement realm, unmistakably so.
Xiao Fang knelt before her, placing one steady hand on her waist to keep her still. The touch sent a subtle shiver through her body. She masked it well, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her. Being touched by anyone like that would make her feel a certain type of way, but being touched by Xiao Fang like that was an intense experience of itself.
"Hold still," Xiao Fang said as he dipped the brush into a small pot of ink.
Her body was chiseled like a sculpture, even for a Refinement realm cultivator, her physique was incredible.
