After a full day of wandering, Jiang Ping'an and Nine Clouds only returned to the inn late that night.
Once they entered the guest room and shut the door, the atmosphere turned subtle.
Though they had confirmed their relationship with each other, nothing substantial had ever happened between them. They had not even spent a night together in the same room before.
"Jiang Lang..." Nine Clouds called softly, rather nervous, a few traces of shy redness appearing on her peerlessly beautiful face. Even the rosy light lingering around her body turned bashfully red.
Jiang Ping'an walked a step closer to Nine Clouds with a smile and reached out with both hands, setting them on Nine Clouds's slender, soft waist. Nine Clouds instantly lost all strength, her entire body going limp into Jiang Ping'an's arms.
With the beauty in his arms, Jiang Ping'an became even less polite. He lowered his head and kissed Nine Clouds's red lips, tasting Nine Clouds's fragrance.
It was Nine Clouds's first time being kissed. She only felt a current of electricity rushing through her entire body, leaving her with not a shred of strength, while even her soul seemed to fly away. Passive and clumsy, she responded to Jiang Ping'an's conquest of cities and seizure of territory.
After half a cup of tea's time, Jiang Ping'an carried Nine Clouds onto the bed, preparing to engage in a deep yet shallow exchange.
Who would have thought that Nine Clouds would suddenly catch Jiang Ping'an's hand, refusing to let him remove her clothes.
"Black Emperor is next door..." Nine Clouds said worriedly. "He's rotten to the core."
In truth, every guest room in the inn had immortal formations laid down, cutting off any spying or disturbance.
Jiang Ping'an understood and sympathized with Nine Clouds's psychological sense of discomfort.