She realized in an instant what she had done and wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
You must know, she was the Sword God of her time, who
before meeting her master, had almost merged all her spirit into the Sword Dao. Yet now, she had committed such a rebellious act with her own master, which was truly too shameful, too licentious.
Her mind was a blank, in complete disarray, with no idea what she was thinking. Her body, once so cold and firm, had become utterly soft, devoid of all strength, and she lay there listlessly in her master's embrace.
It took her master's support for her to barely stand up on the spot, the overwhelming sense of shyness even prevented her from lifting her head, she could only bury it in her master's chest, at a loss for how to face him.
This...
Is this what husband and wife do? It is just too shy!
