In the secular world, when Shi Xiaolian was only eleven or twelve years old, being so intimate with Fang Bai was irrelevant.
But now, she was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in her blossoming youth, at the verge of awakening to love. With years of longing for Fang Bai day and night, as she hugged Fang Bai's arm at this moment, she felt a peculiar sensation.
Although her cheeks were a bit flushed, with a rosy hue rising on her pink skin, Shi Xiaolian was reluctant to let go. She clung to Fang Bai, nestled by his side, her beautiful eyes fixed unwaveringly on him.
Fang Bai reached out and gently pinched Shi Xiaolian's cheek, smiling, "I'm happy too! Oh, Alian, I have good news for you; I've already found quite a few relatives and friends from the secular world, and I'll take you to meet them soon."
"Really? That's wonderful!"
Shi Xiaolian jumped up excitedly.
