"This Dragon-Phoenix Soup, it is so fragrant, it makes one's mouth water."
Leng Kai, Song Jian, and the others, all find themselves lost in the overflowing aroma, their faces a picture of intoxication and fascination.
With a grin, Huang Xiaolong quickly climbs up the tree and untangles the silk cocoon that wrapped Shu Qinghan's legs, then proceeds to carry her down.
As Huang Xiaolong gently set Shu Qinghan down, unexpectedly, she wobbled unsteadily, her legs having been hanging in the tree for a long time. Her delicate body seemed to lose strength, and she fell directly into Huang Xiaolong's embrace. He quickly embraced her slender waist. His hands marvelled at the exquisite feel - her waist slender enough to fit within his grasp.
"Hey, Qinghan, everything is okay now." Huang Xiaolong, with a very cheerful attitude, said.
