Bamboo groves were lush and thick with green.
The bamboo abode was refined, exuding the fresh scent of grass and wood.
On a bamboo lounge chair woven from bamboo strips, Shi Hao lay back with his eyes closed. Next to him, on the stone table, a cup of tea wafted a fragrance that was refreshing and invigorating to the spirit.
From behind him, a woman in snow-white clothes, with hair as dark and glossy as satin, radiated a glow from her fair skin. Her eyebrows were curved, her eyes dark and lustrous, and her arms as delicate as lotus roots helped him massage his shoulders with slender hands.
This was none other than Fairy Yue Chan, her dainty hands moving with a special rhythm that was full of beauty, seemingly containing the essence of dao rhythm in simple movements.
Shi Hao was quite relaxed. As the scent of tea unfolded, mingled with the maiden's fragrance, it was like orchids or musk, entering his mouth and nose, bringing him ever more tranquility and clarity.