King Leng Is Happy to Have His Fierce Concubine Arrive

There was no cloud in the blue sky, and light mist shrouded the mountains. The nunnery in the mist is as quiet as morning. In the spotless courtyard under the blue bricks and gold tiles, several Bodhi trees stand in the middle. Although it has entered autumn, they are still green and proud. The closed carved wooden door hides the loneliness and helplessness in the house. The thick scent of sandalwood assaulted my nostrils, and I could vaguely hear a buzzing sound like flying bees and flies. Even the breath spraying on my face was warm. Nian Yunshang, who was sitting on the earthen bed, frowned slightly, and his nostrils twitched uncontrollably a few times. He pursed his thin lips up and down, and the tip of his tongue deftly poked out and then licked his chapped lips without restraint...