Yun Xianxian saw that Lu Chen did not look like he was joking, so she did not continue to ask. She slowly leaned down and lay again on Lu Chen's chest, her slender, snowy arms embracing his sturdy waist.
She lay quietly in the arms of this rebellious disciple, feeling as comfortable as engaging in that intimate act, a comfort that satisfied her spiritually.
Seeing Yun Xianxian lying in his arms like a little woman, a smug look appeared in Lu Chen's heart; this must be one of the most delightful pleasures in life.
The once Cold Fairy had now been conquered by him.
Lu Chen lifted his hand and gently stroked Yun Xianxian's silvery white hair, his fingers slowly weaving through her silky locks.
Both of them had now fallen into silence, just feeling each other's bodies and quietly enjoying the afterglow of their intimacy, which was quite pleasant.
