Several days passed, and the banners were furled, the drums fell silent!
In a valley beneath the warm sun, a man held his "moonlight sweetheart," reclining lazily among crystalline flowers as their bodies rubbed together in silence.
The woman's face was flushed with embarrassment. Her half-lidded eyes shimmered like autumn waters. She made a token attempt to stop that large hand, then weakly gave up.
"Could we get pregnant doing this?"
"That depends on whether you want a child. I don't mind either way. If we have one, I'll be a good father."
Lin Fan spoke softly, unwilling to get up at all. He held her delicate body tightly, as though he wanted to meld with her.
For an instant, a feeling arose within him: he wanted time to freeze right there, preserving this peace and warmth forever.
Yue Chan lay against his broad chest. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Let's not. We shouldn't let ourselves get too distracted now. As long as we both attain immortality someday, that's enough."
"Yueyue, you're trying to end my family line..." Lin Fan slapped her pert bottom, a trace of resentment in his voice.
Yue Chan rolled her eyes at him, brimming with alluring charm. She looked like a peerless enchantress, her perfect curves stirring the heartstrings.
This damn man changed his tune so quickly. One moment, he was calling me "sweetheart" and letting me have my way with everything; the next, he was blaming me.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, she cried out as Lin Fan rolled her over. Their positions reversed, leaving her beneath him, her skin faintly flushed.
She was terribly shy and wanted to push him away, but his strong, powerful body left her helpless to resist.
"Don't... it's getting late. We should cultivate..." Her voice trembled, yet remained wonderfully