The two of them tacitly chose not to mention anything about love or liking.
"Deepen our bond a little?" Chen Yi's hand wandered up her long hair, resting gently on her shoulder.
Dong Guifei bit her lower lip lightly. Now that the effects of the medicine had subsided, she could have refused him. But seeing him lean closer, and pondering that he would be a future consort, discussing Buddhist Law further wouldn't be too much, would it?
She loosened her grip on the quilt, her gathered hair tips cascading down…
Yet, the lust-clouded Chen Yi didn't notice,
a familiar petite figure was quietly approaching.
The dusk melted into night, and the moonlight tonight was exceptionally bright.
Wrapped in a red cotton coat, the petite figure began her journey from an unknown dilapidated temple, walking for about fifteen minutes until she finally arrived outside the Cui Mansion.
