However, although Qing Jun often resisted with a tense, pretty face during the latter part of the night,
now, in retrospect, Zhao Rong realized that she was actually half willing.
Otherwise, not to mention Zhao Rong who was still one step away from the Fu Yao Realm, who could force Qing Jun?
Her temperament was cold yet extremely fierce, like a sharp sword, bendable yet unbreakable.
Only he, Rong'er, could mischievously bully her, but he could not go too far, lest she felt undervalued and uncherished by him, her husband. That truly would have broken Qing Jun's heart.
What mattered most to Qing Jun was her place in his heart; it had to be the highest, just as he was her sun.
Zhao Rong was very aware of this point, and he felt the same, considering her the bright moon of his heart.
Thus, Zhao Rong always took care to consider Qing Jun's feelings, maintaining a certain measure, unless he couldn't help it.
