Deep within the underground cavern, the profound friendship between the two began to transform.
They sat close together. Lin Changheng vaguely sensed Mo Zhaoli's body stiffen and, worried she might lose her balance, reached out to wrap an arm around her slender waist, letting her lean against his shoulder.
Following this, an unmistakable feeling of intimacy finally blossomed between them.
Mo Zhaoli's heart suddenly raced. Her delicate earlobes, like rose quartz, were utterly captivating.
Yet, she remained nestled obediently in Lin Changheng's embrace, completely still. The feeling of having a solid rock to lean on had suddenly become tangible.
After all, no matter how firm her Dao Heart was or how decisively she had cut a path of slaughter, she was, in the end, still a woman. The delicate nature of her emotions could be concealed and suppressed, but never erased or eliminated.
"Brother Lin…"
Mo Zhaoli began to reminisce, her voice soft as she spoke.
