That's it? I had such high expectations, and this is what I get in the end?
On the Sect Master's exclusive soft couch, Wu Wang opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
Ling Xiaolan was currently sitting not far from a bookshelf. A faint smile was on her lips, and she was surrounded by the fragrance of Immortal Wine; at this moment, she had actually fallen into a deep sleep.
Her clothes were disheveled, but it was an appropriate kind of disheveled. Her red hairpin was slightly askew, not because Wu Wang had disturbed it, but because she had been hopping around too vigorously before...
This is really—!
Wu Wang lay there, sighing and chuckling to himself.
Fairy Ling was innocent, and Little Jingwei must be naively experiencing the throes of youth.
Just now, when he was in a daze, he felt a soft little hand slip into his own. At first, the hand trembled continuously, gradually calming down before finally resting in Wu Wang's palm.
