Two fragrant scents, one from the left and one from the right, wafted over.
Shen Qingyao and Shen Qingshuang both leaned in close to Chen Cheng, looking ready to hang on his every word.
The two sisters' beautiful eyes glittered. Their exquisite, jade-like faces were faintly flushed, filled with anticipation and excitement, yet also tinged with a hint of shyness.
Under the pitch-black night sky, the mountain forest was deep and quiet, the campfire casting a red glow.
The roasting meat sizzled as fat dripped from it, and the dry branches in the fire crackled and popped from time to time.
The members of the Demon-slaying Team would also occasionally whisper among themselves.
However, most people's gazes would unconsciously drift toward Chen Cheng and the two sisters from the Shen Family.
Shen Qingyao and Shen Qingshuang were, after all, unmarried young maidens. How could they not be shy, being so intimate with Chen Cheng at such a close distance?
