How Far We've Come

Xue Qinghe pushed Tang San away and took half a step back.

She looked into Tang San's eyes, her golden pupils filled with determination and tenderness, and a smile curved her lips.

With a thought, and amidst the swirling golden light, she revealed Qian Renxue's true form.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down from her crown, falling like a waterfall over her shoulders.

Her figure became fuller, with beautiful curves, yet she retained her upright posture.

Her features were exquisitely refined, with a straight nose and slightly narrow, almond-shaped eyes that carried a hint of arrogance.

Her skin was as white as snow and as smooth as porcelain.

She was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away, giving off a sense of purity and inviolability.

So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.

Tang San's mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide open, and he stood frozen in place.

His lips trembled a few times, and he called out in a trembling voice, "God... God... Fairy Sister."

Qian Renxue didn't give Tang San any more time to be in a daze.

She stepped forward, hugged Tang San's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.

Her kiss was awkward and clumsy, yet it carried a reckless and domineering intensity.

Tang San snapped out of his daze.

He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then tightly embraced Qian Renxue's slender and soft waist.

Tang San responded passionately to her kiss, kissing her more forcefully, deeply, and aggressively than Qian Renxue.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Qian Renxue's face was as red as a ripe apple, her breathing was rapid, her chest heaved violently, and her golden eyes were filled with mist, like two pools of disturbed spring water.

She looked at Tang San, her eyes filled with possessiveness, her voice domineering and firm, as if declaring her ownership. "You belong to me, and you will always be mine."

Tang San had already drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and now the alcohol was burning in his blood. Combined with the kiss just now, all the blood rushed to his head.

His breathing was heavy, and his reason, like a thin string, snapped the moment Qian Renxue uttered those words.

Tang San bent down again, meeting her passionately, even more forcefully and fiercely than before.

Qian Renxue responded to him, though awkwardly, with a domineering air, always trying to take the initiative, clumsy yet passionate.

Her hands were scratching haphazardly on Tang San's back, her nails slicing through his clothes and across his skin.

Tang San's hands roamed over her waist and back, feeling the warmth of her body and her soft curves through the thin fabric.

Only heavy breathing and the faint rustling of clothes remained in the room.

The soft light cast the intertwined shadows of the two people onto the wall.

Slowly, the two moved to the edge of the bed. Qian Renxue's legs touched the edge of the bed, and she leaned back, her arms still wrapped around Tang San's neck, pulling him down with her.

The bed curtains slowly fell, concealing the figure inside.

The light shone through the thin bed curtains, casting the silhouettes of the two people on the curtains, hazy and indistinct.

Outside the sealed room, night deepened, and the moonlight shone like water.

Late at night, the secret room was in a mess. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Tang San lay on his back, looking at the naked, noble goddess in his arms, and a sense of pride welled up within him.

Qian Renxue buried her face in his chest, her long golden hair cascading down his arms and onto the pillow.

Tang San's hand caressed her fragrant shoulder, his fingertips touching her smooth, jade-like skin. His hand moved back and forth, as if caressing a rare treasure.

"Fairy Sister," Tang San called softly, his voice gentle.

Qian Renxue lifted her head from Tang San, her cheeks flushed, a satisfied smile on her lips, her voice soft. "Hmm?"

"What's your real name?" Tang San pretended not to know anything.

Qian Renxue was silent for a moment, then raised her head, looked into Tang San's eyes, and said frankly, "Qian Renxue."

Tang San nodded, affectionately lowered his head and kissed her forehead, calling out with a smile, "Xiao Xue."

"No, I want to hear you call me Fairy Sister." Qian Renxue shook her head coquettishly, her voice carrying an unyielding willfulness.

Tang San smiled and reached out to pinch Qian Renxue's cheek, "Okay, my Fairy Sister. From now on, I'll call you Fairy Sister in private. You'll always be the Fairy Sister in my heart."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue smiled even more brightly, her phoenix eyes curving into crescents. She hummed contentedly, buried her face back into Tang San's chest, and gently tapped his chest with her fingers.

After a moment of silence, Qian Renxue suddenly spoke, her tone tinged with worry. "Aren't you going to ask me who I am, and why I'm impersonating Xue Qinghe?"

Tang San's hand stopped on her back, and he thought to himself: How could I not know?

But he didn't say that. Instead, he looked at him with deep affection and said, "If you don't tell me, I won't ask. Anyway, I'm already yours, and I'll support you no matter what."

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes were filled with emotion, and her eyes were slightly red. She raised her head and kissed Tang San on the cheek; his lips were soft and warm.

What if I said I was from the Spirit Hall?

Tang San remained unmoved, gently patting her back. "Like I said before, there are good people and bad people everywhere. I believe you must be a good person."

Qian Renxue almost burst into tears. She took a deep breath, her gaze becoming solemn. "I really am from the Spirit Hall. I came to Heaven Dou City when I was ten years old..."

Qian Renxue briefly recounted her past.

Tang San listened quietly without interrupting, simply holding her hand and gently stroking the back of it with his thumb.

After Qian Renxue finished speaking, Tang San asked, "So you're the former Pope's daughter?"

Qian Renxue nodded. "Hmm, what's wrong?"

Tang San was silent for a moment, then said with a hint of seriousness, "There's something I need to tell you, but please don't get agitated after hearing it."

Qian Renxue looked at him with a puzzled expression, her brows furrowing slightly, her golden eyes filled with incomprehension. "We've come this far, what is there that I can't accept?"

Tang San kissed her forehead, then looked into her eyes and said, "Actually, my father's name is Tang Hao."

Qian Renxue's body stiffened abruptly.

In that instant, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her pupils contracted sharply, and her fingers gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Her lips trembled, her voice shaking so much it was almost incoherent. "Tang... Hao? That... Haotian Douluo Tang Hao?"

Tang San nodded, his eyes filled with guilt. "Yes."

Qian Renxue's tears welled up instantly and silently slid down her cheeks.

Her body trembled slightly, her voice filled with disbelief and pain. "No... no... you're lying to me, aren't you? How could you be the son of my father's killer?"

Qian Renxue was extremely excited, her body trembling violently. She pushed against Tang San's chest with both hands, trying to sit up.

Tang San didn't move away; instead, he hugged her even tighter. The two of them were pressed together, completely naked.

Tang San hugged her tightly, his voice gentle as he soothed her, "Xiao Xue, don't get agitated, let me finish."

Qian Renxue snuggled closer to Tang San, her voice hoarse, "Then you tell me."