In the courtyard of the wine estate.
Zhang Bin lay on a sun lounger, seemingly asleep. Yet his eyes were open, fixed intently on the sun in the sky. Upon closer inspection, one could see streams of peculiar halos being cast into his eyes. The sunlight in a hundred-li radius dimmed, as if the sky itself had darkened. Clearly, he was cultivating the suns within his eyes, devouring the sunlight from above.
Liu Ruomei lay shyly in Zhang Bin's arms. She wanted to escape, but he held her so tightly she had no way out.
Red Leaf also blushed, massaging Zhang Bin's legs. Her curious gaze occasionally drifted toward a certain part of his body. She had always been curious, was it really the number one in size?
Xiao Jin transformed to the thickness of an arm, coiled on the ground, picking up a wine glass and handing it to Zhang Bin.
