Zhuo Junyue draped a towel over her shoulders, his eyes softening, "Baby, it's okay, hold me tight."
Ningyan initially hoped the man would put her down, but not only did he not put her down, he even deliberately carried her around the room.
In the end, Ningyan almost cried, begging for mercy, before the man finally placed her on the bed.
The red candles continued to burn in the room, casting a soft glow over them.
Lord Zhuo took his time to once again savor the profound meaning of the saying "a moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold."
The next day, when Ningyan woke up, her waist was sore.
She opened her eyes, looking at everything around her, recalling the passion of last night, her face flushed again.
Zhuo Junyue also awoke, pulling her into his arms, "Rest well today, I've already asked Ah Long and the others to prepare, tomorrow we shall set off to the Ling Clan."
She had no objections; this man would always have everything organized perfectly.
