Xiaotu understood immediately; Si’er was about to prey on another “poor little rabbit.” Xiaotu thought Si’er was similar to her, only instead of liking pastries, Si’er liked handsome guys.
Xiaotu excitedly looked at the variety of cakes, her eyes twinkling, but suddenly she felt dizzy. It seemed like the cakes were waving at her… Don’t run, they’re all mine…
In the clouds, a porcelain-like girl lay quietly, murmuring softly, her long wavy hair falling to her knees, creating an enchanting scene that took one’s breath away. Her adorable, delicate appearance made one want to hold her and cherish her…
A dazzlingly beautiful male god riding a winged white tiger approached. “Ling Ying, you’ve gone through nine reincarnations. This life is your last in the mortal world. When the time comes, the Divine Emperor will surely allow you to return to your rightful position.” His ethereal, gentle words came from his sensual lips. After speaking, he squatted down, carefully examining Xiaotu’s face, revealing a smile that could dim the stars, then kissed her forehead lightly, like a butterfly briefly alighting…
Satisfied, he rode away on the white tiger. As soon as he turned, the clouds returned to normal, as if the previous scene was just an illusion.
A white jade bed, large enough for five, with exquisite carvings, flawless in every detail. Through the purple drapes, one could see a figure lying sideways, her long curls spread out, some playful strands clinging to her cheeks. Her skin, smooth and flawless like the finest silk, made even the jade bed seem dull in comparison. Her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows were closed, long eyelashes slightly upturned, her petite nose breathing evenly, and her unpainted red lips looked like the sweetest fruit in the world, inviting one to taste their nectar. Such a beautiful scene could steal one’s breath…
“Doll, from now on, you’re my treasure alone,” a voice filled with deep affection and lazy charm came from beside the girl. The man propped his head with one hand, using the other to gently trace the contours of Xiaotu’s face with his palm, as if she were the rarest treasure in the world. Here is the English of the provided Chinese text:
