Song Wen abruptly turned around and looked at Ye Bing behind him.
As Ye Bing drew closer and closer, the clothes on her body grew fewer and fewer. By the time she reached Song Wen, she was completely bare.
Looking at Ye Bing's breathtaking face, her shapely, delicate body, and jade-like skin, Song Wen felt his blood surge and his mouth go dry. A scorching heat shot up from his dantian, setting his blood aflame.
"Fairy... you..." Song Wen's Adam's apple bobbed as he forced out a few words.
"Don't speak." Ye Bing's red lips parted softly.
The two stood within arm's reach. Song Wen could already feel the warm breath from Ye Bing's mouth, carrying a faint, subtle fragrance as it gently brushed across his cheek.
Suddenly, something warm pressed against his lips, soft and burning.
Then, a spiritual serpent slipped into his mouth, delivering sweet spiritual liquid that moistened his parched lips and tongue.
The spiritual liquid was fragrant and sweet, refreshing his heart and soul. Song Wen's spirits soared as he turned from passive to active, beginning to greedily demand more.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Ye Bing's eyes were hazy, her delicate body burning hot and soft as she collapsed into Song Wen's embrace.
"Why isn't there even a bed here?"
"There is!"
A stone bed a zhang wide suddenly appeared.
The two embraced and flew onto the stone bed...
Ten days later.
Song Wen lay on the stone bed, not wanting to move in the slightest.
Suddenly, he noticed that the beauty in his arms had pulled away from his chest.
"Ah!"
Ye Bing struggled to sit up, letting out a low cry of pain.
Song Wen raised his eyes and looked at Ye Bing, who was half-sitting upright.
"What is it?"