After joking with Dugu Mingyue, Zhao Wujiang came outside the room where Jing'er usually practiced.
He felt the power of cultivation flowing slowly in the room suddenly surge.
Presumably the people in retreat have noticed him.
He pushed the door open and entered, his eyes colliding with the long autumn eyes that slowly opened.
He fell deeply into the autumn water.
"Jinger..." He closed the door and walked over in a few steps.
The sharp frost that always hung between Xuanyuan Jing's brows melted away at this moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
The next moment the two hugged each other.
Time passed quietly, the two of them felt each other's breath and enjoyed the beauty of silence without saying a word.
After a while, Xuanyuan Jing finally spoke:
"Is everything going well?"
"It's not bad." Zhao Wujiang briefly described the people and things he encountered during this private visit in private.
After listening, Xuanyuan Jing said with some resentment and reproach:
"You are getting more and more courageous. If your cultivation level dares to touch it alone, aren't you worried about being in danger?"
"Who am I? With this kind of cultivation, what is there to worry about?" Zhao Wujiang smiled softly and quirked his eyebrows:
"I'm worried about you. I even want to leave you..."
"Huh?" Xuanyuan Jing's eyes became "ferocious", seductive and oppressive.
"Lest you fall into the whirlpool of love." Zhao Wujiang held up Xuanyuan Jing's picturesque face, his eyes gleaming.
"Huh, it's sweet." Xuanyuan Jing bit her red lips, her cheeks were stained by the sunset, and the grass and trees sprouted at the top of her heart, piercing her heart and making her heart tremble.
"Really? Then I want to share it with you." The two hugged each other, Zhao Wujiang smiled and slowly brought his lips closer, and then covered Jing'er's red lips.
Their eyes met and their lips touched.
The hot and wet affection surges into the other person's whirlpool.
The air in the room was filled with rustling sounds, like two water snakes fighting and intertwining on a misty river.
The sound came.
Zhao Wujiang went from holding Jing'er's cheek to stroking the collar of his clothes with both hands.
Jing'er pushed Wujiang, and their lips parted. She wiped a handful of the crystal water entangled around her lips:
"Ming Yue and the others are outside."
Zhao Wujiang pretended not to understand Jing'er's shyness and said doubtfully:
"You want them to come too?"
"How can you bear it?" Jing'er felt ashamed and angry.
"I miss you very much." Zhao Wujiang smiled crookedly. If his face wasn't so handsome, it would have been a bit lewd and vulgar:
"I wonder if you think about me too."
"Humph." Xuanyuan Jing looked at Zhao Wujiang indifferently. She had heard a lot of these flirtatious words from Zhao Wujiang. She crossed her arms and glanced at Zhao Wujiang coldly:
"Won't you try it yourself if it doesn't matter?"
Zhao Wujiang rushed over.
The two were rolling on the bed.
As the saying goes, the gods are hard-boiled.
However, the two of them soon faced each other frankly, and Zhao Wujiang also subdued Jing'er.
Jing'er was lying on the bed. Even though they were an old married couple, she was still a little shy at the moment, staring at her beloved husband.
Never tire of it.
Her slender jade legs were placed on Zhao Wujiang's shoulders, and her jade feet were wrapped around Zhao Wujiang's neck.
The next moment, a long hum sounded.
"So you miss me so much, you miss me so much." Zhao Wujiang gave a bad laugh.
"Humph." Xuanyuan Jing snorted, her face flushed, and she spat:
"Why don't you miss me?"
"What's the agreement?" Zhao Wujiang joked:
"Have I missed you? How much do you miss me? Can't you feel it?"
