In the Golden Chariot.
Hongmeng held Zhan Lianxue's soft, delicate body in his arms. Lush and graceful, her skin was fine and smooth, elastic yet powerful. Indeed, she was the Female War God Zhan Lianxue.
Hongmeng's hand naturally slid from her hair to her jade-like back, finally encircling her soft yet powerful slender waist, which was barely a handful. His movements were gentle and meticulous, like those of a chef—capable of being rough, yet also refined enough for intricate carving.
Zhan Lianxue's pretty face was flushed, her expression sweetly satisfied as she quietly rested her head on Hongmeng's chest. She was like a gentle kitten, showing none of her former bared-fang ferocity and domineering presence. Even though she was a Female War God, worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with men, she was also a woman.
