By nine in the morning, when Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing, dressed up and serpentine in figure, seductive in gaze, walked out from her room, even Shen Qiang, who had long been sleeping with her, was still stunned.
Because it seemed to be in her nature, Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing was not only beautiful, but she also carried this inherent enchantment in every gesture and movement which wasn't concealed by her dignified and alluring red dress.
It wasn't diminished by her pinned-up hair, or the playful curl that hung down at her temples.
In fact, it seemed that living with Shen Qiang had only intensified it.
And this peculiar charm was entirely different from sensuality.
If it had been any other woman with a graceful figure and a stunning face, Shen Qiang would have felt a primal impulse.
But the extreme enchantment emanating from Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing invoked admiration and a desire to worship her.
She was more beautiful than a heavenly immortal.
