This day might have felt a little absurd, but giving the one you loved a place to belong—wasn't that the pursuit of life?
Amid a light song and graceful dance, her intoxicated expression and seductive, silken eyes were already etched into Li Tianming's heart.
In the end, only the two of them remained in the Imperial Tomb.
When the atmosphere grew thick, Li Tianming treated her tenderly.
This was utterly different from what had happened between him and Zi Zhen.
That side had been very rough.
But here, Li Tianming was terrified of hurting her sensitive heart.
When they fused together like two universes, she clung tightly to Li Tianming, wrapping around him again and again. Her murmured dreamlike whispers came one after another, as though she feared he would leave.
Perhaps she truly lacked a sense of security and could not be as pure and rough as Zi Zhen.
Yet this kind of delicate beauty had a different sort of allure.
She was like a ball of snow in his hands!
Li Tianming was afraid that one careless move would melt her completely.
Her soft, winding moans at the height of passion spread through the Imperial Tomb.
Li Tianming suddenly remembered a question!
"Your sisters... can they feel it?" he asked nervously.
"They are part of me. How could they possibly not feel it..." she complained softly.
"So I took on fifty at once?" Li Tianming said blankly.
"Mm..." Weisheng Moran hurriedly said, "You don't need to mind it. They love you just as I do. You can treat them all as me. None of them are complete..."
"No!" Li Tianming chuckled. "How could I possibly mind? I mean, hurry up and let them out."
Weisheng Moran: "..."
The sun would never fall.
This world that belonged to Li