Ling Zhenfei placed the Peach Blossom Fairy on the bed. At this moment, the struggle in Ling Zhenfei's heart became even fiercer; the Peach Blossom was now by his side, almost within reach.
And from what the Peach Blossom Fairy had hinted at before, it was clear she had tacitly agreed.
Yet the little figures in his mind continued to quarrel, endlessly noisy. In the end, Ling Zhenfei gently covered the Peach Blossom Fairy with a quilt and then left the room.
Softly closing the door to Peach Blossom Fairy's room, he sat alone under the Peach Blossom Tree in the courtyard.
Ling Zhenfei was now under a lot of psychological pressure. Previously, he didn't have such a heavy psychological burden.
After all, aren't women just women? He never refused those who came. But since the incident in Tangcheng, Ling Zhenfei suddenly learned a lot and thought a lot.
There are too many beauties in this world; one can't monopolize them all. It's simply impossible. Debts owed must always be repaid.
