C70 The Hair of the Beautiful Sister Is Fragrant

Sushang bathed quietly, the sound of water gently lapping against the sides of the tub. Wisps of steam curled upward, quickly shrouding the room in a misty veil reminiscent of clouds. She glanced down at her flat figure, a pang of frustration hitting her. Thirteen years old and still no signs of development. Her thoughts drifted to Qii Wuyan's lithe, elegant form and Changying's otherworldly