Ji Nanjue leaned against Su Bei's side, propping her cheek with one hand, and gazed at Su Bei's serious expression, the aroma of roasted meat lingering around her nose.
Shoulders rubbed against each other, a soft, gentle touch as they brushed.
This kind of friction was the most flirtatious.
Suddenly, Ji Nanjue softly spoke up, "Husband, do you still remember what happened below Unrepentant Cliff? The night we first met?"
"..."
Li Zijun lifted her head, her ears perked up as she listened quietly.
She wanted to understand more about her Master in this life, yearned to know more and more about him, to know everything about him.
Su Bei stuck the large piece of meat he was holding into the ground, then took Nan Ji's hand and gently squeezed it, whispering, "Of course, I remember. You saved my life."
