In an instant, Nian Shutong thought she had a hallucination.
But the warmth on her lips, the familiar taste, told her it was not an illusion; he had truly returned.
A kiss without any lust, quickly, Fu Yunhe got up.
"I really have to go now."
"Okay."
Fu Yunhe got up, and this time he truly left.
A man who could teleport, like a bubble, was instantly pierced and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Lying in bed, Nian Shutong's lips kept curling upward; the tenderness in her eyes was undeniable.
It was the first time Daodao showed some sense by not disturbing Nian Shutong.
The master is doing quite well now.
A busy night passed, and the sky-high auction at the auction house, Nian Shutong's great battle, was already well-known by many.
The news of eighteen SSS-level people being slain by Nian Shutong, with none surviving, startled many families.
She is no longer SS level.
