After Su Chengyu and Xu Nanzhi expressed their affection for each other, Xu Nanzhi lay lazily within the bend of Su Chengyu's arm, her face flushed in a passionate red, her long hair drenched with fragrant sweat, and her skin glowing over the red snow.
"Hong Zhen Ting and Ren Qianzhong are both dead, what are your plans now?" Xu Nanzhi asked.
"I don't really have any plans. Apart from cultivating, I just want to keep fit with you," answered Su Chengyu jokingly.
"Su Chengyu! You will sooner or later die beneath a woman."
Xu Nanzhi rolled over, twisted her hand tightly around Su Chengyu's waist, and Su Chengyu quickly replied, "If it's Aunt Xu's stomach that's going to kill me, then I die without any regrets."
"Smooth talker."
Xu Nanzhi got up from the sofa, threw her robe on, pulled open the curtains, and sat cross-legged on a chair nearby.
