That night, Chu Yang nestled under the blankets with Tie Butian in his arms. As he watched the beauty sleeping peacefully in his embrace, not only did lust not well up in him, he even felt a boundless amount of happiness and contentment, as well as a kind of peace in his soul.
"As a woman, I am not forceful! As a sovereign, I have a clear conscience! As a person, I have no regrets!"
This was Tie Butian! His woman!
He couldn't help but think of Mo Qingwu.
This was the first time Mo Qingwu had entered his mind ever since his arrival in Iron Cloud.
It wasn't that he was unwilling to think of her; it was more like he didn't dare to, and was too embarrassed to. Even if he did, he immediately forced himself to stop.
