On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor One Hundred And Five / Side Nineteen – Oshiro Sapphire Aiko

Eri led to the king-size bed, and we sat down, my arm still in hers, pressed to her chest. As we sank a little into the soft mattress she let out a damp sigh. Looking at her, I once again marvelled at her beauty, her dark hair black as night, matching her obsidian eyes. Her face, which was upturned, gazing up at , was like soone had crafted it, her skin without visible flaws. If Iife was a Chinese novel, no doubt she’d be described as a peerless jade beauty. And further below… I swallowed nervously, keeping my gaze on her face.