Donglong Island.
Night fell, the cold moon hanging in the autumn-like sky.
Beside the jade bed, white silk stockings and a female cultivator's robes lay scattered.
The storm of passion had just subsided. Luo Qing'e's waterfall of long hair cascaded down, her eyes filled with the languid contentment of being thoroughly satisfied.
She curled up in Su Ye's arms, nuzzling his chest affectionately as a warm fragrance wafted from her.
"It's not like we haven't seen each other in years."
"Normally, don't you visit my cave abode every month or two?"
Su Ye chuckled, stroking Luo Qing'e's beautiful back.
"It's different..."
Luo Qing'e murmured sweetly, shifting her body in enjoyment.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Over the past few years, Luo Qing'e had been busy with her cultivation, so her interactions with Su Ye had naturally decreased.
Now that she had reached Foundation Establishment, she was determined to make up for it, clinging to him like glue.
