Ji Xinghuo immediately bowed his head, and it took a while to part but he found her eyes still hazy, as if she was left wanting more.
"Let's go back," Ji Xinghuo said as he was about to fly down the mountain.
"We're not going back," Zhao Manying, holding onto his neck, whispered seductively in his ear, "Let's stay right here."
"What?"
Ji Xinghuo was stunned for a moment before he understood her meaning. Their first time would be this thrilling?
He wasn't the kind of man who just cared about his own pleasure. He asked out of concern, "Didn't you say your period had come?"
"Yesterday was the last day; it's all clear now," Zhao Manying's voice was shy but firm, emotively saying, "This is where we made our commitment to each other, I want to create even more beautiful memories here."
Such a request, no man in the world could refuse.
Ji Xinghuo's excitement surged.
He slowly flew back to the mountain peak and found a flat rock. He took off his jacket and spread it on the ground.
