Zhang Bin gently laid Tian Bingbing, who had buried her head in his chest as shyly as an ostrich, onto the soft bed they had once shared for a night.
Then, he admired the beauty on the bed as if she were a treasured jewel.
Her flower-like face, her fair skin blushing with health, those large, sparkling eyes, and her long legs.
All of this composed an exquisitely beautiful picture.
"Senior Brother, don't be naughty," she protested.
Shy and anxious, Tian Bingbing tried to struggle out of bed.
But Zhang Bin began to kiss her deeply, and she froze as if struck by a bolt of thunder. It took a moment before she came to her senses. "Don't, Senior Brother! You're bullying me…"
Immediately after, she could no longer speak, completely lost in the moment.
Ever since becoming a Taiqing Sect Disciple, ever since becoming Zhang Bin's partner, her heart had belonged to him.
Aside from diligently cultivating, her thoughts were of Zhang Bin every day.
