Even as fugitives on the run, the pair remained unconcerned. They battled for several rounds before finally stopping, satisfied.
Because of their soul cultivation, their auras had begun to mix—a fact any keen observer could tell at a glance.
And after this intimate union, both of their injuries had improved. Their faces were flushed, and they shared a look filled with unspoken longing.
Ye Chuxue leaned against Gu Qingyuan's chest. 'As expected of a man from the Cultivation World,' she thought. 'His stamina is worlds apart from the men of my past life.'
She wore a look of contentment, but in her heart, she was thinking, 'If Song Wanning discovers our relationship, she'll probably go mad with jealousy, won't she?'
'That cold, noble man certainly isn't so reserved in my bed.'
A flash of triumph crossed her eyes before she turned to Gu Qingyuan to discuss serious matters.
"I'm afraid we'll have to live as fugitives for a while now!"
