Immortal Realm, Fake Moon.
In the flower shop on the first floor of the apartment, the original tables and chairs were gone, replaced by a spacious and clean white bed.
Multicolored fresh flowers surrounded the bedposts and drapes, emitting a pleasing fragrance. In addition, there was a rich, myth-laden sense of eroticism in the air.
Floey's pale cheeks were flushed, eyes tired and squinting.
Her light golden hair spilled messily over the pillow, her little mouth slightly open, gasping for air.
Chen Lun sat on the edge of the bed, casting a sympathetic yet helpless glance at Her.
A brief outing upon return, Floey seemed to have forgotten the advice of "taking things slow," acting like a little wild wolf savoring the taste, persistently clinging to him several more times.
With Chen Lun's stature and physical fitness, he could easily keep this moon shining brightly, with high-frequency quakes for years without issue…
