"Little Long… with you accompanying me, I'm not afraid anymore," Su Xiaoman sighed in relief. It seemed she was no longer fearful of that monster, Lord Long Wu.
In her heart, her own Little Long was an invincible presence in this world. Whether it was fierce ghosts or monsters, when they encountered Little Long, they had no choice but to surrender.
Su Xiaoman put aside the sorrow of her cousin's death and cooked a bowl of noodles for Huang Xiaolong, which the two of them ate together.
Originally, with Huang Xiaolong and Su Xiaoman's long-awaited reunion, it was inevitable to do some intimate things as a couple, the joy of a belated wedding night, so to speak. However, Su Xiaoman, grieving her cousin's death, inevitably had less desire for it.
Huang Xiaolong was not insistent; at this moment, his mobile phone's ringtone buzzed.
He picked up the phone to see, it was Ma Chuxia calling.
"Little wife, what's the situation?" Huang Xiaolong answered the call.
