"Is it better now?" Qingyi asked, placing a gentle kiss on Biyue's forehead.
"Y-yes..." she sobbed, her voice tearful and weak, her voluptuous body nestled in Qingyi's lap.
They were in the world of the mind, lying on the main room of the palace of the Lightning Spirit Temple.
The mood in the orthodox alliance was simply not good, and Qingyi wanted a place where Biyue could rest more relaxed.
"Do you want me to ask Elize to make you something to eat? She makes divine cupcakes." Qingyi said, running his hands through Biyue's long, silky black hair.
The poisonous beauty thought for a moment before nodding silently.
"I'll be right back," Qingyi smiled at her, laying her down on the bed and leaving the room.
A few minutes later, Biyue stood up, tightening the grip of her dress on her voluptuous body and covering part of her pale, sensual cleavage.
With trembling steps, she stepped out onto the room's wide balcony.
To call it just a balcony was to despise it a little in reality.
