Though Meng Fuyao wasn't willing to let both of them indulge in this moment, she could not help but moan softly. As a result, Zhangsun Wuji held her even tighter, and her arms were locked in his arms. It was as though she was experiencing a cool breeze during summer, like a nephrite that provided a shocking but addictive comfort. She was on cloud nine, pampering herself by enjoying the sweet moments of life, and getting whirled into the heavenly life of immortals, unwilling to fall back to earth again.
However, it was merely a moment of indulgence. Something tugged at her heartstrings painfully, and she slightly shifted away.
His breath breezed past her lips and sealed his mark on the corner of her lips. Caringly, he mildly pulled away and looked affectionately at her. The blush on her cheeks had spread to her neck, causing it to be stained with an enchanting shade of pink.
