Liu Changxu held Wu Xuege's warm, jade-smooth body tightly, as though he wanted to knead her into his very flesh and bones. His lips covered her small mouth with feverish passion, and the two lost themselves in their fierce embrace and kiss.
Had these not been extraordinary times, he would likely have already yielded to his desire and taken her.
Wu Xuege, an extraordinary woman who had lived for thousands of years, truly felt the warmth of a man's embrace for the first time in her life. It was as comforting as warm winter sunshine.
They held and kissed each other like this, and for that brief span of time, everything else in the world seemed to cease to matter.
Only after a long while did they reluctantly release each other and walk hand in hand out of the secret chamber.
Murong Yuyao, Jiang Xuefeng, Yang Qingxue, and Lian'er all looked surprised to see them emerge from the secret chamber so soon.
Though the four women felt considerable displeasure, each wore a smile as lovely as a flower.
Murong Yuyao parted her rosy lips and asked with a radiant smile:
"Husband, Sister Wu, you finished taking stock so quickly! You must have reaped quite a harvest!"
Liu Changxu smiled as well and replied:
"Mm! Not bad at all! Has the Flame Demon Race made any moves just now?"
Murong Yuyao's delicate brows knitted slightly, and she said slowly:
"Just now, we spotted two Flying Boats belonging to the Flame Demon Race rushing past nearby. We don't know whether they discovered any trace of us."
At this, Liu Changxu's expression grew grave, and he said in a low voice:
"Oh! In that case, the Flame Demon Race will probably make a major move next."
It took only a little thought to