That night, Li Qingyuan finally learned—so the pleasures of man and woman could be this wondrous beyond words.
No wonder powerful men enjoyed three wives and four concubines.
No wonder powerful women enjoyed handsome male companions.
No wonder wuxia novels always had flower-plucking bandits.
No wonder immortal cultivation and fantasy tales almost always had Harmonious Union dual cultivation.
The pleasures between the sheets truly made one lose oneself in them.
The joy of fish and water truly possessed a charm that made one unable to pull away, unable to resist sinking deeper.
The night passed without further words.
Early the next morning, when the sun was already high in the sky, Li Qingyuan and Luo Ling finally rose lazily.
They exchanged a glance and smiled at each other. Everything was understood without words.
Though they were Dao companions matched through "blind dating," full of calculations and each taking what they needed, they had still been properly wed. Their values aligned, and their personalities suited one another—they were a fitting husband and wife.
Though Li Qingyuan and Luo Ling did not speak of love, theirs was still a suitable marriage.
Before becoming Dao companions, Li Qingyuan and Luo Ling had both been satisfied with one another.
After a night of bliss, after becoming husband and wife in truth, their relationship seemed several degrees closer.
Luo Ling's bearing became even more mature and gentle. After the beauty washed and dressed herself, she began applying makeup. Blessed with natural beauty and fair skin, she needed only a light touch.
Li Qingyuan held a brow pencil and traced Luo Ling's brows, the air between them sweet.
"We'll go home for lunch later," Li Qingyuan said.
Luo Ling answered softly, "Yes."
At noon, Li Qingyuan and Luo Ling changed into their everyday clothes. The man