Qi Yuan laughed heartily, "It was my sister's fault after all!"
With that, Qi Yuan smiled softly, moved gracefully, and in an instant was in Li Jizhou's arms. "Between you and me, today's life-saving grace shall be repaid like this!"
The robe slipped off, the icy silk stockings rubbed against each other, their richness no less than that of An Liuli of the noble royal family, falling into the palm of the hand.
The familiar feeling returned.
...
An entire month later,
Qi Yuan found it hard to withstand the nightly revelry and finally dared not linger any longer, wanting to leave.
Li Jizhou smiled gently, feeling sorry for Qi Yuan.
Forty years ago, when they discussed the Dao, neither had practiced the art of Dual Cultivation, so they were satisfied after three days.
