A subtle fragrance floated through the air, not as intense as burning incense but more like a natural floral scent. Inhaling it made one feel blissfully comfortable, unable to resist its charm.
Lu Chen held Ye Chuyao's slender waist, burying his head into her lush hair, greedily taking in the fragrance.
At this moment, Ye Chuyao turned her head slightly, looking at Lu Chen with a sullen expression. Ever since she had laid everything bare with Lu Chen, she had fallen into decline, not knowing how long it had been since she last cultivated properly.
Ye Chuyao wasn't naive. She knew very well why Lu Chen was so diligent; he just wanted her to bear his descendants.
At this moment, Ye Chuyao felt a trace of guilt. At first, she often blamed Wu Junwan in her heart, thinking Wu Junwan was out of her mind for giving up the position of an Immortal Emperor just to follow Lu Chen to the Chaotic Sea.
