Mixed Origin Yin-Yang

Beneath the forcefulness lay a trace of tenderness; within the dominance was a wellspring of gentle affection.

Chen Xiao already knew how Mo Ziqi felt about him. And in his own heart, the mark of this person—who had once been willing to die for him—had long since been deeply imprinted.

Since that was so, why should Chen Xiao hide it? Why should he run from it?

Mo Ziqi dressed as a man and faced the entire Immortal World in a male identity. There were naturally reasons she could not reveal, but Chen Xiao did not care... Since he had already decided that Mo Ziqi was his woman, then he bore the responsibility of shielding her from wind and rain.

Chen Xiao did not wish to conceal his true nature, much less evade his feelings. If it was there, then it was there—no one could take it away. If it was not, then it was not—no one could force it.

At this moment, Chen Xiao gave himself free rein. At the same time, he could feel that the person in his arms had already been utterly spellbound.

The young man and young woman stood before the gates of Talisman Treasure Grotto-Heaven, kissing clumsily as they gave vent to the longing they felt for one another.

Mo Ziqi's petite body trembled constantly in Chen Xiao's embrace. There was shock and confusion, but even more than that, sweetness and intoxication.

"Mmph..."

Only after a long while did their lips slowly part.

"Brother Xiao, you..."

Mo Ziqi stared blankly at Chen Xiao, her eyes full of bewilderment.

"Little Seven, there are some things—you understand them, and so do I."

Chen Xiao smiled faintly, seized Mo Ziqi's soft, boneless hand, and then their bodies silently melded into the void.

Chen Xiao had already refined the