The candlelight flickered, and the incense lingered in the air. Wen Caishang, with her charming demeanor, remained true to her promise, rewarding Li Xian, enduring her shyness to serve him drinks.
Who knew, amidst the exchange of cups, the intermingling of emotions, eye contact flowing, desires barely contained. Coupled with the perilous journey, repeatedly trapped, repeatedly escaping danger. The bond forged through life and death was anything but ordinary.
With no one to disturb them, their feelings were expressed even more. Li Xian, with a handsome face, full of Primordial Yang, forged a Pure Yang Body. Like a raging furnace, after drinking Tiger Wine, his Yang Qi emitted, even hotter.
Wen Caishang said, "Li Lang, are you sweating?" Her beautiful eyes gazing tenderly, her fingers gently swirling, playing with his chest.
A sudden moment of clarity, she thought, "I am fulfilling my promise, serving him. But how… did it become like this? Am I to serve myself into it as well?"
