"I've prepared some Spirit Wine."
Her eyes soft and gentle, with a hint of shy anticipation: "Please, Shen Pill Master, have a few drinks to express my gratitude."
Upon hearing this, Shen Xuan was slightly taken aback.
An immortal of such exquisite beauty and noble status, suggesting a night alone, drinking together...
The unspoken meaning was clear as day.
Immortal Jing Lian saw his silence, her cheeks flushed deeper, as if painted with the finest rouge, her eyes shimmering like dew.
...
In the morning, faint light filtered through the window lattice, spilling into the bedroom.
Shen Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear.
Beside him, a soft and smooth, ice jade-like delicate body was snuggled in his embrace.
Dark hair cascaded like a waterfall beside the pillow, her face serene, still in deep sleep.
Her white shoulder and arm exposed outside, the quilt beneath raised in curves, a faint fragrance lingered.
Last night, as the wine flowed, the spring fever intensified.
