Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

A thin mist hung in the air, and steam rose gently from the washbasin.

In this warm and inviting space, a bewitching witch is taking a bath.

She stood quietly in the center of the bathroom, water droplets falling on her smooth skin, shimmering like pearls.

Her voluptuous figure appeared even more alluring against the backdrop of steam.

She gently touched her skin with both hands, the combination of snow-white and pinkish hues seeming like an art form.

Water dripped slowly from the faucet, the crisp sound of water echoing in the bathroom.

The beautiful woman leaned over, letting the water flow down her delicate shoulders and neck, her slender fingers gently stroking her body in the water, like a scene of caressing.

She seemed oblivious to everyone around her, fully enjoying this moment of warm water therapy.

A dim light shone in, and the mist sprinkled in the bathroom, like a golden halo.

The light reflected off her damp hair, giving it a subtle sheen, like the hair of an angel.

Her clear eyes, glistening through the mist, shone with a bright hue, like deep, still lake water.

She gently lowered herself, causing ripples in the bathtub water, and lay down leisurely, immersing herself completely in the warm water.

Water droplets slid down her face from her hair, washing away the dust and giving her a pure glow.

Her damp hair clung to her fair skin, outlining smooth curves.

She stretched out her slender arm, gently grasped the foam beside her, and gently blew out bubbles that danced in the wind.

Bubbles floated slowly around her, like a scene from a fairy tale.

She stretched out her snow-white feet, letting the water splash, a sight that was intoxicating.

The fragrance in the bathroom, mingling with the steam, was intoxicating, a blend of lemon and jasmine aromas.

This winter bathroom seemed to have transformed into a fragrant garden, and the beautiful woman within was like a flower fairy, displaying endless charm and beauty.

Warm water continuously showered her body, and her unrestrained and relaxed expression made her beauty radiate a mysterious and moving glow in the steam.

In the winter bathroom, this beautiful woman exudes a captivating charm that mesmerizes and makes one forget the passage of time.

Outside the bathroom, in the living room.

Fan Zui listened to the rushing water and occasionally turned his head to look.

Not long after, the witch emerged from her bath.

The witch wore a soft bathrobe, exuding a rich and alluring aura.

The bathrobe gently wrapped around her graceful figure, showcasing her perfect curves.

The delicate fabric clung to her skin, exuding an alluring feel.

Her hair was lightly combed into soft waves, falling from the neckline of her bathrobe and adorning her pretty face.

She gently rolled up the sleeves of her bathrobe, revealing her fair wrists and slender, delicate fingers, like works of art.

She walked by leisurely, her steps light and graceful, her bathrobe swaying gently with her movements, outlining a captivating figure.

Chapter 248 [The Grand Marshal Betrays His Country and Defects to the Enemy]

The alluring witch lay quietly on the bed, like a blooming flower, exuding a captivating fragrance.

The soft blanket gently enveloped her slender body, as if a layer of silk stockings were covering her skin.

Her dark hair, scattered on the white pillowcase, flowed like clouds, highlighting her delicate face, making her look like a fairy in a painting.

Her slender waist curves gracefully, outlining a perfect and alluring figure.

Her skin was as smooth and delicate as white jade, seemingly radiating an alluring glow.

This is truly a rare beauty!

Fan Zui had to admit that although he had read it more than once, he could never get enough of it.

She will always easily bewitch you.

A bewitching enchantress, her eyes like amethyst gems, with a hint of allure that captivates all who behold her.

She blinked gently, as if waving a pair of slender feathers, softly touching his heartstrings.

Those eyes sparkled with wisdom and allure, captivating all who beheld them.

Her lips were rosy and full, slightly parted, revealing a hint of a smile.

That smile was like a blooming flower, charming and alluring, exuding a bewitching aura.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, as if telling some secret, piquing his curiosity.

She placed her hands beside her, showing off her slender fingers and long wrists.

Her fingertips gently twirled her long hair, exuding an irresistible allure.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and shiny, exuding a witch's unique charm.

Inside the room, she exuded a unique fragrance, as beautiful and charming as a flower.

She is a masterpiece of art!

Perfect and alluring.

Looking into his eyes, Li Hanqiu thought to herself, "It's definitely him."

Their gazes and mannerisms are virtually identical.

“This isn’t a dream,” she whispered.

In dreams, everything can still be concealed.

When reality confronts us, that becomes the final line of defense.

"This is not a dream, yet it feels even better than a dream." Fan Zui still felt that this was a dream.

A haven of gentle pleasures is a graveyard for heroes; such has been the case since ancient times.

When Fan Zui woke up in the morning, he felt as if his body was about to fall apart.

The two ate a simple meal and then parted ways.

Snowflakes were still falling from the sky, and the lake was still not frozen.

Snowflakes were falling heavily, and a chill filled the air. The two walked hand in hand through the snowflakes.

Snowflakes, like a dream, fluttered down, landing on their shoulders and hair, weaving a romantic picture that belonged only to the two of them.

With light steps, they followed the rhythm of the snowflakes, blending into this tranquil and pure world.

The footprints are closely connected, leaving a series of marks, like the trajectory of life, blooming on the snow.

The cold air seeped into their sleeves, yet they felt each other's warmth.

They gazed at each other, their eyes filled with endless tenderness and love.

In this cold winter, our hearts burn like fire, and the warmth between us surpasses everything.

Without words, they communicated through their eyes, their hearts connecting, transforming into an indescribable flow of emotion.

We passed through a grove of trees, the treetops covered with snowflakes, like white flowers in bloom.

The two stopped and gently touched the snowflakes, which fell and melted into their palms.

They smiled, exchanging a sense of mystery, as if they had already grasped the wonders of this world.

Continuing on their journey, the two frolicked in the vast expanse of white snow, their laughter echoing across the tranquil Luoyue Lake.

They picked up snowballs, threw them at each other, and hugged each other, their warm breaths mingling together.

Snowflakes gently fell on their cheeks, as if they were stained with their tears of happiness.

As snow fell heavily, the two walked hand in hand through the snowflakes.

At this moment, we forget the noise and chaos of the world, and only feel sincerity and intimacy with each other.

Before long, they had to part ways, watching each other leave.

"Take care of yourself!"

"Take care of yourself!"

Under the snowflakes, the two bid each other a reluctant farewell.

Upon returning to the Fan residence, he was once again caught red-handed by the head steward in his blue robe.

"You last night..." The young man in blue looked at him with a half-smile.

The news that the heir of the Marquis of Destruction spent a night with the master of the Star Gazing Pavilion at Falling Moon Lake has now spread throughout the capital.

Upon hearing this news, countless men were heartbroken.

Many others also planned to go and challenge him, to wipe out that bastard.

Unfortunately, they were all stopped by those around them.

That's the heir of the Marquis of Destruction's mansion, we can't afford to offend him...

As a result, none of the villains that Fan Zui had been expecting showed up.