Wrapped in the scorching and almost incinerating Tribulation Thunder, Fang Xing's entire body felt as if he were suppressed in the Inferno of Evil Flames. In stark contrast to this feeling was a refreshing touch on his lips, which jolted his muddled mind back to clarity, as if he had fallen from a scorching nightmare into an infinitely gentle dream. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw the face pressed close to his, eyes closed...
"Looks like I really haven't touched a woman in too long..."
Fang Xing's first thought was one of incredulity. Surrounded by the terrifying Heavenly Tribulation, on the brink of death, he found himself in a dream so beautiful, indicating how desperate he must have become... Even having a spring dream couldn't choose a better time. Yet, why wasn't it one of his three wives he dreamt of, but this Little Bun he usually couldn't stand?
