The next day, when he got up, the sky was already bright.
Chen Li was helped into his clothes by Zhou Hong.
Zhou Hong's face was rosy, her eyes watery, radiating a surprising amount of charm.
Environment shapes the spirit, and nurture shapes the body.
When they first met, she was sharp-tongued and fiery, a true image of a loose cultivator; now, after so many years, not only has her body become more nourished and full, but her personality has also turned gentle like water, nearly a different person from before.
He couldn't help but kiss her.
"Naughty!" Zhou Hong felt delighted inside, but feigned annoyance, "I just applied my lipstick, and you've smudged it again. Wasn't last night enough for you? My body is still sore and weak today, you're such a stubborn ox."
"Heh, a lifetime wouldn't be enough!" Chen Li laughed.
If only it really could last a lifetime, Zhou Hong thought.
…
After washing up, Chen Li walked into the dining hall.
