"Ah? Oh..."
Shen Yan was taken aback, and the next moment her face flushed slightly. She didn't know why, but every time Chen Tianlong touched her, she felt a mysterious current that she couldn't resist—making her face heat up and her heart race.
Chen Tianlong turned around, focused on climbing the mountain, without seeing her expression, allowing Shen Yan to breathe a sigh of relief.
Otherwise, she would have died of embarrassment. Thinking back to last night when she slept together with Chen Tianlong, she gradually realized something was amiss. Her mind was so muddled back then, somehow ending up in the same bed with Chen Tianlong.
However, fortunately, Chen Tianlong was quite the gentleman. Aside from a little flirtation in the morning, he didn't make any significant moves otherwise.
The two continued upward, walking for about a hundred or two hundred meters, when Chen Tianlong suddenly let go of Shen Yan's hand and walked towards a nearby patch of flowers.
