Wen Zhixing had always been a proper person. He would never bow down for beauty's sake.
Of course, it had to be said that although Lianxin was just a servant of Murong Fenghua, she could be considered top-notch in terms of looks, especially with her cleverness and understanding adding quite a few points in her favor. Ask yourself, who wouldn't like an obedient and sensible girl? This was what many people dreamed of.
"Mr. Wen..." Lianxin's rosy little mouth opened slightly. She spoke in a delicate voice, her face adorned with a tipsy charm. Perhaps due to just having taken a bath, a few water droplets still lingered on her fragrant shoulders. Under the faint light, her tender skin emitted a lustrous sheen, adding a touch of color to the rudimentary cave dwelling.
"Lianxin..." Wen Zhixing slowly raised his head, his gaze slightly intense.
BOOM! BOOM!
The Nine-Turns Sun Sutra inside his body began to spin faster.
