C46 Aren't You Afraid of Being Struck by Lightning

The small golden furnace was placed in the middle, emitting a faint scent of sandalwood, filling the entire Supreme Harmony Hall with warmth.

The only thing that was out of place was the sight of the two of them competing with each other.

Her phoenix eyes were sharp and seductive, and her peach blossom eyes were languid and casual. It was as if she was silently conveying something.

Finally