In the Immortal Palace's garden as picturesque as a painting.
Lin Yue sat in the pavilion, akin to a snow-white lily, appearing especially beautiful and noble.
"Lin Yue, my sister, I got caught up with something, I'm sorry for making you wait."
Zhang Bin walked over with a gentle smile.
"Hmph..."
Lin Yue was quite unhappy, turning her body to the other side.
She had already waited for Zhang Bin for over a month, couldn't she be angry?
Zhang Bin plopped down next to Lin Yue and naturally wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Let go of me..."
Lin Yue's pretty face turned crimson, even her swan-like neck became red.
But she seemed worried someone might hear, so her voice was very low.
Just like a mosquito buzzing.
Moreover, her delicate body was softening, swaying as though weak, and quickly exuded an intoxicating fragrance.
Indeed enticing to the extreme.
