One two-hour later.
Gong Caiyi's robe was slightly open, a strand of drooping hair was wet, sticking to her slightly flushed cheek.
She took a few breaths, picked up the teacup and rinsed her mouth.
Only then did she realize her mouth was numb, and she couldn't help but complain playfully, "Satisfied now?"
After tasting a bit of sweetness, Jiang Fan couldn't stop, becoming relentless.
She was inconvenient, yet Jiang Fan treated her this way.
Can't really imagine what kind of life Fairy Yun Shang lives.
Jiang Fan sat cross-legged on a chair, hands together in prayer, with a serene expression, a relieved smile on his lips, saying, "I have enlightened."
Gong Caiyi burst into laughter, hit his arm, and said:
"Before act, lustful like a demon; after act, holy like a Buddha!"
"Really should invite monks from the White Horse Temple to guide you into Buddhism!"
Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh, pulling her into his embrace, skillfully holding one True White and said:
