Chapter 912 A Matter Of Principle
- Scarlet hair danced in the breeze, and sunlit noon played across bronzed skin, sparking flecks of gold with every subtle movement.
- Her figure was generous, her gait a slow, sculpted rhythm; a high-slit gown revealed long, powerful legs that flashed in and out of view.
- He could not deny that as a woman of the Celestial Tribe, Floria carried an otherworldly allure impossible to counterfeit.