High in the sky.
A streak of light pierced through layer upon layer of white clouds.
Within that Spirit Light, the faint outline of a graceful figure could be seen.
Murong Wanwan looked toward the sky ahead and murmured to herself:
"We're almost there!"
At the thought, a delighted smile appeared on Murong Wanwan's exquisitely beautiful face.
Before long.
The streak of light slanted down, descending into the deep mountain canyon below.
When it landed, it did so without a sound.
The Spirit Light scattered, revealing Murong Wanwan's graceful figure.
Then.
She walked straight ahead and entered the arched Stone Cave.
The moment she entered!
Her delicate body was gathered into a pair of powerful arms.
That familiar scent made Murong Wanwan narrow her eyes involuntarily as she leaned into that broad, solid chest.
A soft sound, like the hum of a mosquito, slipped from her lovely jade lips.
"Husband, I missed you!"
Her voice was sweet and tender enough to melt one's heart!
Then she burrowed about in Cheng Buzheng's embrace, as though seeking a more comfortable position.
Seeing this.
Cheng Buzheng held the beauty in his arms a little tighter. He reached out to stroke the glossy black hair draped down her delicate back, patting it lightly a few times as he softly consoled her:
"Isn't your husband here to see you?"
After lingering in tenderness for quite some time.
Murong Wanwan raised her head. A trace of cunning flashed through her beautiful eyes as she looked at Cheng Buzheng.
"I don't believe you came purely to see me."
Cheng Buzheng looked at the beauty in his embrace and replied as though it were only natural:
"You don't believe your husband's words? Looks like you've forgotten how terrifying the family discipline is!"
"Is that so?"
"I'm not afraid."