The robe and skirt danced elegantly in the wind, and the girl's eyes, ablaze with brilliant golden flames, were like shooting stars in the night sky, captivating the soul.
Chasing after the girl's figure, a smile involuntarily traced Xu Yuan's lips.
Seven years of daily companionship, relying on each other for survival under the high pressure of being hunted, had significantly closed the distance between him and the Washboard Saintess, by a great deal.
Both emotionally and physically.
He remembered the first time he had touched the skin of the Washboard Saintess by hand, she directly blasted the mountain cave they were hiding in to rubble.
But now, she would only put up a symbolic resistance before letting him have his way.
Of course, such skin contact was limited to when healing wounds.
Because of Tianyan's contrary nature, keeping guard against him was like guarding against a thief.
Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for Xu Yuan to even dream of a tender kiss.
