The desires and pleasures of the heavens are meant for heavenly beings; how can mere mortals endure them?
The heavenly maiden seemed to be smiling as she gazed at the two of them, witnessing their eyes meeting.
Chen Yi's gaze briefly collided with Yin Weiyin's.
It was like a sudden torrential downpour falling onto the Qiantang River, the surging waters rising with the tide, a roaring sound echoing across both shores.
The storm seemed never-ending, and even though Chen Yi felt weary, her gaze remained alluring. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and to be fair, aside from her beauty, Yin Weiyin was extremely loathsome, but it was precisely this loathsomeness that made her beauty beyond reproach.
Thus, when a wave of exhaustion swept over her heart,
Chen Yi thought, how could she just let this precious cauldron go?
Hundreds, even thousands of times, enough for her to be lost in the sea of desires.
The heavenly maiden gazed at Chen Yi, a flicker of surprise crossing her heart,
