In the room with just one man and one woman, it was quiet, with only the sound of breathing, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.
Jiang Ruoqing spent the first twenty years mostly in the Su Nv Sect, which was located in a secluded mountain. She practiced and meditated daily, rarely having the chance to go out. Moreover, the Su Nv Sect was a single-lineage sect.
The next five years were spent looking for a disciple to inherit her legacy, coupled with an unresolved vendetta for her master, leaving her no time to think of anything else, so in over twenty years, she hadn't even held a man's hand.
Let alone experienced such a passionate kiss.
This made Jiang Ruoqing uneasy and she stared wide-eyed at the handsome face close to hers.
Her hands clenched into fists at her waist, raising and lowering them repeatedly.
When her courage finally reached its limit, Jiang Ruoqing couldn't help but push Chen Mo away.
Although she had anticipated this day and was mentally prepared for it.
