After Heavenly Emperor Xu fell, the path of fiction across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands plunged into its darkest age.
Chen Ming looked at the figure sprawled on the bed, unable to move. Seeing her miserable state, with his traces staining her lips, hair, cheeks, body, and hands, he could only sigh.
Helpless, he could only scoop her up in his arms and carry her toward the bathroom. There was really nothing else he could do—who told Xu Xiaoyan to insist on developing the path of fiction even in this state? This really wasn't his fault, okay?
In the bathroom, Chen Ming washed away the wounds left on her by the Dao of Carnal Desire. If those marks dried up, they would become rather troublesome.
"Are you still going to write it next time?"
He rubbed her body, washing away the Dao injuries on her, then patted her perky little butt as he pressed her again, asking whether she would still dare write fiction next time.
"Hubby, I was wrong..."
Xu Xiaoyan immediately admitted her mistake, her eyes hazy as she looked at Chen Ming. Her pale blue hair fell naturally over her buttocks, concealing her flawless, exquisite back.
Her features were delicate, round, and adorable, with a few droplets of bathwater still clinging to her cheeks. She was petite, with a slender waist, standing at one meter sixty, while her chest rose ever so slightly like bamboo shoots after the rain.
Her legs were fair and smooth, as tender as the finest tofu, seemingly ready to break at the lightest touch. Her little feet were dainty and cute, small enough for him to wrap entirely in one hand.
Xu Xiaoyan nestled obediently in Chen Ming's arms as she apologized. She had always been the type with an excellent