Early the next morning, news that Yang Yuxuan had spent the entire night in Liu Changxu's Detached Courtyard seemed to sprout wings and swiftly reached Li Yan's ears.
Li Yan, who had spent a sleepless night worrying over the sect's war against the Demon Race, could not help letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he heard the news.
At that moment, Liu Changxu and Yang Yuxuan still lay in each other's arms on the bed upstairs in the Detached Courtyard. The pleasures of the previous night had been like a dreamlike journey, quietly drawing them closer and turning their unfamiliar relationship into something extraordinarily sweet. Wisps of lingering passion seemed to hang in the air, telling of the tenderness they had shared.
Liu Changxu had long since awakened and intended to get up. Yet the beauty in his arms seemed reluctant to let him go. Her fair, tender hands, as smooth as mutton-fat jade, clung tightly to him and refused to loosen their grip.
Yang Yuxuan pursed her rosy lips slightly, her eyes brimming with playful reproach and affection. Like a delicate flower blooming in spring, she stirred a tender longing to cherish her.
As Liu Changxu gazed at the exquisite face of the beauty in his arms, as fresh and alluring as a peach blossom, ripples spread through his heart!
Had their current circumstances not been so unusual, he would certainly have given her a thorough "punishment."
Although he had initially accepted Yang Yuxuan the previous night to put Li Yan at ease and thereby secure the Myriad Forms Sect's support.
Their night of intimacy had also kindled a different sort of affection for the beauty in his arms, and Liu Changxu silently resolved to marry her.
Compared with the other women around Liu Changxu, Yang Yuxuan