The cold night was deep and the winter wind was bone-chilling. In the quietness of the night, dew suddenly appeared, like pearls of jade white delicately perched on the tips of grass, resembling a gift from the heavens, shimmering with a faint glow.
The room was slightly disordered, with shoes and robes scattered on the floor.
Yi Shiyin twitched her lips slightly. She was just a Lower-Grade Martial Artist, while Chen Mo had undergone earth-shattering changes after breaking through to the Divine Power Realm. Coupled with his unruly personality, how could she resist such an offensive force? She was completely swept along.
At this moment, she clutched Chen Mo's shoulders, her neck arched high, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.
After her body was stiff for a long time, Yi Shiyin finally caught her breath, raised her hand, and gently patted his sweat-drenched back.
Chen Mo set Xiaolu down, kissed her on the forehead, and then whispered softly in her ear.
