In Li Yunjing's embrace, Zhu Wanyun's desires were gradually stirred as she imagined truly being with the National Preceptor, feeling her entire body like a small furnace.
Her soft, gentile cries sounded in Li Yunjing's ears, causing his heart to tremble involuntarily.
On the bed, the golden "Great Sun Daoist Robe" and white garments were scattered everywhere, the light gauze curtain veiled the bed.
"Rumble rumble!"
The sound of a tempestuous thunderstorm echoed through the night.
Li Yunjing did not leave the Princess's Mansion for a full three days.
No one in the residence saw the princess, nor did they come to her sleeping quarters to disturb the mistress...
Three days later, fully dressed, Li Yunjing glanced at the tender body on the bed, savoring the scene somewhat satisfactorily.
His little admirer had given her all, using every trick to please him.
"National Preceptor, are you leaving?"
Seeing Li Yunjing rise and dress, Zhu Wanyun nervously climbed up from the bed.
