She was still panting heavily even though his breathing had already settled. One breath after another—it was as if the air surrounding them was extremely thin as she could barely breathe!
He tried to fill it with all his might, but he still felt that it was not enough. Under him, her body appeared to have melted into liquid.
Mu Yazhe held her and walked into the bathroom. Filling the bathtub with warm water, he slowly placed her in. With that, both submerged themselves into the bathtub.
He loved hugging her just like this, when things were calm and quiet, and he also loved admiring her beauty silently.
Yun Shishi snuggled into his embrace, her face nestling against his chest. Her hair was drenched in sweat, sticking messily on her forehead, yet even if hundreds of years were to pass, her purity and beauty would seemingly remain untarnished.
Her beauty was exceedingly refined, with not a speck of filth.
