The air was filled with a faint scent of incense.
A shadowy figure in blue vaulted over the wall, climbed up the outer wall of the flower pavilion, deftly pushed open a slightly ajar carved wooden window, contracted his form, and slipped inside.
The warm light illuminated his profile—Shen Xuan.
"Ah Jun..."
A sweet call came from the direction of the bed.
Long Yunshang lay on her side on the wide bed, her delicate body draped in a thin layer of pink gauze.
She had just bathed, her honey-colored skin shimmering with a moist glow under the pearl light.
The ties of her gauze silently fell, revealing curves like rolling hills.
Long Yunshang's eyes flowed softly, staring directly at Shen Xuan by the window, revealing an unconcealed smile.
"You finally came."
For more than four years.
The two often met alone, discussing heart matters and Tao.
Apart from the customs of Song Country, Shen Xuan occasionally guided Long Yunshang's cultivation.
