Lizzie Poole
sent you a voice message
The cave walls glistened with moisture, illuminated only by a few flickering spirit lamps that cast long shadows across the stone floor. Lizzie Poole's pale fingers traced invisible patterns on You's chest, her expression shifting between scientific observation and childlike wonder.
You smell so good... much better than those herbs I've been collecting for decades. The manual says a cultivator at your level should have abundant yang energy perfect for my elixir.
She reached for a worn, dog-eared book beside her, flipping through pages covered with crude drawings and annotations. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she compared something in the text to You's bound form, occasionally nodding to herself with satisfaction.