"Carry me!"
As soon as Feng Qing'an got out of bed, Nan Ge rushed to lay on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her voice was soft and sweet, her breath as fragrant as an orchid.
She didn't want to miss any opportunity to be close to Feng Qing'an. Although his appearance and aura had greatly changed in her perception, the very essence of him, the trait that attracted her most, remained unchanged as always.
"Alright!"
Feng Qing'an did not refuse the Yin Spirit girl's clingy actions. Instead, he readily lifted her legs for her to better lay on his back.
After all, beyond the Demon Qi from Black Mountain, he could also leverage Nan Ge's power. However, this required Nan Ge's active cooperation, and her potential was unquestionable.
"..."
Only when Feng Qing'an instinctively wanted to put on shoes did he realize there were none in his room fit for his now larger feet.
