"Xu Lang..."
Her eyes were like spring water, gazing passionately at Xu Ping, with a world of words embedded in that single call.
Xu Ping looked down at her enchanting form and laughed heartily, wrapping his arm around her as they walked toward the prepared abode, where Spiritual Qi was most abundant.
"The night is short, and the grand path awaits; Shuang'Er, it has been too long since we last met, it's time we... discussed the Dao together."
Duan Shuang's face flushed a charming red, yet she did not resist, merely resting her head gently on his shoulder.
Their figures entwined as they disappeared into the luxurious and serene depths of the abode.
The stone door slowly closed, sealing off the outside from within.
Everything followed naturally, seamlessly becoming another intimate communion, exploring the grand Dao together.
...
Time flew by, like a fleeting steed crossing a gap; thirty years of seasons passed.
