Qingyi's eyelids fluttered gently, a painful grunt escaping his lips.
He was feeling strange, a gentle touch on his forehead finally waking him up fully.
His eyes opened and his vision immediately met with a sea of peerless pale skin, smooth as jade.
The fabric of a white dress tried to contain it as the bare parts spilled out obscenely, fighting for freedom.
Those were a woman's breasts, he was sure of it.
Raising his vision, Qingyi's eyes met her head; long silver hair framed a perfect oval face, with plump, rosy lips, and eyes of a deep, penetrating blue, that watched him with care and curiosity.
"Fox ears?" Qingyi's vision finally reached the top of her head, where a pair of long, white ears stood up, perfectly matching her snowy hair.
His gaze drifted down again, past her slim, delicate waist to her child-bearing hips and long legs, covered in white stockings that ended in the middle of her thighs, squeezing the plump flesh into a soft, squishy mound.
