Night.
By the sea.
The bright moon hangs high.
Wang Xiaoqiang and the Lotus Princess are sitting on the rocks by the sea.
On the eleventh day, still no results, which inevitably left Wang Xiaoqiang a bit discouraged.
Wang Xiaoqiang drooped his head, looking dejected.
The Lotus Princess consoled, "This matter can't be rushed. Tree Spirits are rare and not accepted by the ordinary world, so they hide well, but I believe one day, we will find them."
Wang Xiaoqiang raised his head and looked at the Lotus Princess under the moonlight, her face appeared extraordinarily beautiful, so beautiful that Wang Xiaoqiang dared not look too much, especially her gentle and kind demeanor, giving Wang Xiaoqiang the impulse to embrace her.
Men often wish for a woman's comfort when frustrated, or physical solace, so it's no wonder Wang Xiaoqiang had that thought.
