It was very quiet in the woods. Xiahou Tianlong's eyes crossed the extinguished fire and landed on an unknown place.
His vision suddenly became blurry, and he suddenly felt a little powerless. He raised his hand to support his forehead, and then rubbed it hard, and his vision suddenly became clear. He saw a familiar person walking towards him step by step, and that trembling smile bloomed in front of him like a flower blooming in the morning.
Her bare hands hooked up the soft satin around her waist, and her silk brocade skirt slid down against her middle coat. Her snowy skin glowed with a soft white light in the dark night, and her long, silky hair fell in front of her body, blurring and attracting people's imagination.
Xiahou Tianlong's eyes became distracted again, two faces alternated in his mind, and his slender body fell into his arms, disrupting his struggle. A pair of jade arms hooked his head down around his neck, and his breathing was disordered.