Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

However, it probably won't work tonight.

After taking a bath, he lay down on the already warm bed and quickly fell asleep.

Ju Zi looked at the boy beside her, who was full of masculine energy and captivating, yet quickly fell asleep. She smiled knowingly.

Young master is having another sweet dream.

But who exactly is that dream person called "Witch"?

She had heard that name more than once in her dreams...

A witch is probably a seductive, alluring fox spirit.

She twisted her body, drawing the man deep into her, making it impossible for him to extricate himself.

In a dream.

Fan Zui opened his eyes and saw a waterfall.

A massive torrent of water rushes down from a great height, splashing up thousands of droplets, creating a magical scene.

The water crashed against the rocks, creating a deafening roar, and the waterfall's spray shimmered with iridescent colors in the sunlight, like white clouds.

Beneath the waterfall, a slender woman is bathing and playing in the water. She gazes at the flowing water, her hair cascading over her shoulders, creating a captivating silhouette.

Her elegant figure seemed to be part of nature, like a free and unrestrained elf.

Water droplets fell on her slender back, sparkling like stars, reflecting off her long, black hair and exuding a captivating charm.

Her skin was as white as jade, like a lotus flower moistened by water, making one want to touch it.

Her slender arms patted the water gently, water droplets slid lightly across her lips, and her eyes were clear and bright, sparkling with wisdom.

She seemed to have forgotten the troubles of the world, completely immersed in the embrace of nature, becoming one with it.

She spread her arms and twirled joyfully, dancing like a fairy in the sunlight.

Water droplets slid slowly down her shoulders, like glistening pearls, shimmering with the alluring luster of water.

Her hair was wet, and water droplets slid down from the ends.

Her skin was as smooth as cream, as if it were born to be moisturized.

Water droplets slid down her back, condensing on her fair skin and forming a beautiful ripple.

From afar, her figure is alluring, slender and graceful, like a porcelain doll, full of feminine tenderness and charm.

She raised her slender arm, water droplets dancing on her fingertips like graceful flower petals fluttering in the air.

The gentle waves enveloped her body, softly wiping her form.

Her waist was as slender as a willow branch, and her legs were long and straight, as perfect as a sculpture.

As the water splashed, her smile blossomed like a flower, and the water droplets falling in the sunlight resembled diamonds, highlighting her captivating face.

The cunning young man approached silently and quietly took away the clothes she had left on the shore.

Mmm, this smell is making me dizzy, I'm going to faint...

He doesn't have a lingerie fetish.

Wait, this witch is actually wearing underwear.

It has lace trim.

They gathered up the clothes, preventing her from getting ashore, and stood on the bank quietly admiring the view.

Suddenly, the woman who was swimming freely in the water paused slightly, quickly retreated into the water, and turned around to look.

Eyes facing each other.

She immediately realized that her clothes were gone.

"..."

Chapter 212 [The Cheongsam and the Witch]

"Give me back my clothes." She said with a half-smile, half-anger.

He stretched his hand out of the water, and water droplets slid off his arm. His skin was very white and tender, as if you could squeeze water out of it.

The movement of raising the arm stirs up the water, creating ripples that appear and disappear underwater.

The two have been bickering and teasing each other all this time, and she has never gained the upper hand in any way.

"Answer a few questions for me first." He then took out a stool and sat down on the shore.

The waterfall was quite loud, and the spray was very high; the water was extremely clear.

If it weren't for those ripples and waves, perhaps one could use a single mirror to see the hidden beauty within.

"What are you looking at? It's not like you haven't seen it before!" the witch said coldly, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Since you've seen it, stand up. If you stand up, I'll give your clothes back to you."

"..."

That kid is shameless!

Strangely enough, despite having seen it, touched it, and even tried it, she remained reserved in this situation.

"Go ahead and ask. I happen to have some questions for you too." He shrank back into the water, which was now up to his neck.

"How did you know that the Marquis of Destruction was about to rebel? Such a big thing!"

These past few days, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

In any case, that old guy had no reason to rebel.

Even though he is no longer in charge of the country and power has fallen into other hands, he is not in a position to rebel.

For more than ten years, he had never met the old man who had been so kind to him, but he knew that he was not the kind of person who coveted power.

There must be something wrong with this!

Therefore, he must figure it out.

"How did I know? Because my master was also involved in the rebellion, so naturally I was implicated. Do you understand now?"

The witch shrugged, and with that gesture, she immediately revealed a lot of alluring scenery before quickly retreating back into the water.

Did the observatory also participate in the rebellion?

She spoke clearly and calmly, as if she were not faking it.

It seems to be true.

But he still vaguely felt that something was not quite right.

Yet I couldn't quite put my finger on it, as if my vision was clouded by a thin mist.

It also clouded my judgment.

"Now it's my turn to ask you, wasn't it you who stole that kiss the other day?"

"it's me."

"..."

Such a prompt answer.

"How did you do it?"

Despite being separated by an unknown distance, they were able to steal a kiss from afar, with precise location and without any object in sight.

Such supernatural powers are truly remarkable and arouse curiosity.

"That's how it was done."

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Hanqiu felt a soft touch on her lips and was kissed again.

The lips lightly touch, feeling as soft and velvety as velvet.

She subconsciously closed her eyes, savoring the sweetness, as if floating on clouds and basking in an ocean of love.

The touch of a kiss is like a tender musical note, leaping between the lips and connecting two hearts tightly.

After a moment, everything returned to calm.

"It's really you!"

She was no longer curious about how it was done, nor did she pursue the matter of the stolen kiss.

For women, there's nothing that can't be solved with a kiss.

If one isn't enough, then two... a thousand.

"You know that two of the three young masters from the capital died in the secret realm, right?"

After regaining her senses, she suddenly asked.

"know."

It would be strange if you didn't know.

"Who is the murderer?"