Someone From the Imperial Palace!

On the flying sword, there was a woman in a snow-white dress. Her black hair was as shiny as silk, and her white skin was flowing with luster.

Her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were black.

The woman in the snow-white dress was Murong Qingxue.

Murong Qingxue was sitting on the flying sword, and Ye Chen's head was buried in Second Senior Sister's long and slender legs.

Murong Qingxue was massaging Ye Chen with her pair of crystal clear arms.

Second Senior Sister's delicate hands were light and agile. She kept pressing down with a special rhythm that was filled with beauty. Her simple movements seemed to contain a kind of Taoist charm.

Ye Chen was very relaxed. Accompanied by the young girl's body fragrance, it was like an orchid or a musk. When it entered his nose, it made him more tranquil and empty.

"Senior sister, is this really your first time massaging someone?" Ye Chen asked in disbelief.