Between the snowy mountains, inside a natural limestone cave.
The dim yellow light of a campfire illuminated the surrounding stone walls. Three figures sat cross-legged around it, so quiet that only the faint crackling of burning wood could be heard.
Linghu Qingmo tried to still his mind, but a thousand tangled thoughts churned across his heart's lake, constantly replaying that scene of Reverse the Heavenly Gang.
Xie Jinhuan had pinned me down and kissed me like that before, too. Even as his actual girlfriend, I was so embarrassed I couldn't sleep all night. Master has lived untouched by worldly things since childhood-how could he stand it...
Master and I have been kissed by the same person. How are we supposed to spend every day together now...
And what was with Master's Undergarment?
It was actually the same style as Doctor Lin's. Has that clothing already caught on, and I'm just too conservative...?
Zhao Ling sat meditating with her eyes closed, but she was actually stealing sidelong looks at Auntie Nangong, as cold as an iceberg. Even though she had known him since childhood, she was still struck by that peerlessly beautiful face in the firelight, and secretly pondered:
Xie Jinhuan really is blessed. He's kissed beauties like Momo and Wanyi, and even had a taste of Nangong the Great Immortal Maiden...
I wonder whether he kissed me last time, when I was dead drunk...
He definitely touched me, anyway...
With all three harboring their own thoughts, no one spoke at first.
But partway through, Zhao Ling noticed a flush spreading over the meditating Auntie Nangong's face. His breathing began to rise and fall, and a faint trace of awkward nervousness showed in his expression.
Linghu Qingmo also sensed the fluctuations in his aura and opened his eyes in