After their passion.
Lan Cang held Sang Luo, gently kissing her eyebrows, her eyes, her cheeks, her neck, her collarbones… over and over again, endlessly. 'He wanted to leave his mark on every inch of her skin.'
They fell asleep in each other's arms, wrapped in warmth and affection.
'This moment was so perfect,' he thought, 'he wanted to freeze time forever.'
"I feel all sticky. It's uncomfortable. I want to take a bath~" Sang Luo said, lifting a slender, elegant arm.
"I'll carry you," Lan Cang said, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he lifted her into his arms and headed for the bathroom.
Sang Luo could have just cast a Cleaning Technique with her Water Spiritual Power, but she was enjoying their tender moment. She let him carry her, savoring his attentiveness.
