Nan Xian tightened his arms around Feng Ruqing.
"Just let me know what you want to do. I will give you a hand." As soon as Nan Xian finished his words, Feng Ruqing raised her head and gave him a quick and light kiss on his lips.
Just as Feng Ruqing parted her lips, Nan Xian placed his hand at the back of her head and yanked her close to him. He leaned in and pressed his lips gently against hers once again.
In the Southern Bamboo Grove.
A light gust of wind swept through the grove.
The young master in a snowy white robe was stunningly handsome and unparalleled in this realm. The lady before him was devastatingly gorgeous. From afar, both of them looked more captivating than a beautiful painting.
Nan Xian parted his lips after a long while. With one hand around her slim waist, both of them soared into the sky like a gust of wind. Not long after, they descended right before a wooden hut.
A faint fragrance lingered in the wooden hut.
