"You annoying thing, I'm going to take a bath first." Fang Qingxue playfully hit Ye Feng, knowing his intentions, and promptly removed her clothes, revealing her skin as soft as snow.
"How can a bath be complete without me?" Ye Feng laughed heartily, then with a wave of his hand, a wooden tub appeared out of nowhere, filled with hot water and steaming with mist.
Ye Feng lifted Fang Qingxue up, ignoring her screams, and carried her towards the tub: "At times like this, it's natural for a pair of lovebirds to bathe together, dragons and phoenixes dance together."
Soon, the room was filled with gasps and the heavy sound of collisions.
A night of passion, dawn was approaching.
Fang Qingxue slept soundly in Ye Feng's arms, her cheeks flushed, and a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"Swish!"
Suddenly, Ye Feng opened his eyes, cold gleam bursting forth as he fiercely gazed outside, sneering immediately.
