In the room with only one man and woman, it was quiet, and only the sound of breathing, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, could be heard.
For the first twenty years, Jiang Ruoqing basically stayed in the Su Nv Sect, which was deep in a mountain. She practiced martial arts and meditated daily with few opportunities to go out, and the Su Nv Sect was a lineage passed down singly.
In the following five years, she was also looking for a disciple to inherit her mantle. Combined with the fact that her master's vengeance was not yet avenged, she had no time to think about other matters, so in more than twenty years, she could even say she hadn't touched a man's hand.
Let alone kissed one.
This made Jiang Ruoqing uneasy, her eyes wide open, staring at the handsome face close to hers.
Her fists clenched, placed at the waist, sometimes lifting them, sometimes putting them down.
Until her courage reached its limit, Jiang Ruoqing couldn't help but push Chen Mo away.
