Familiar Memory [Xiong Zi Ying’s Story]

[Divine Kunlun Sect, Peach Blossom Peak]

Wearing the silky thin nightgown that wrapped around his graceful body, the pair of long and slender snow-white legs could be seen when the man walked down from his bed. 

The long, satiny white-pink hair dropped messily, scattered behind his strong back. A few strands of hair drop on his face. Between the beautiful eyebrows, the pink-red flower-like tattoo was blooming strangely tonight.

The man was full of charming breath; his face looked so evil and beautiful, like that of a seductive devil who is decent from the throne just to seduce people. The action of walking slowly was so noble and graceful.

The smell of the peach blossom floated in the air, and the atmosphere instantly turned strange. Like a slow motion flashing the déjà vu in front of her, Huang Ying Yue looked at the familiar scene in front of her, as if she used to be in this situation somehow.