The two lay on the grass, slowly separating after a long time, filled with longing in their hearts.
"I lost out." In the midst of relishing the moment, Yang Qinglan suddenly said.
"Lost out?" Li Changzhou was puzzled.
"Kissing me is your responsibility and duty..." She paused, then continued, "Of course, it's also your right, so it doesn't count as gratitude at all."
Li Changzhou laughed and said, "Then it's troublesome, what's mine is yours, how can I thank you then?"
"That's your business." Yang Qinglan placed her finger on his lips.
Li Changzhou thought for a moment and really couldn't think of anything, then suddenly remembered something: "You said that after returning from the Daoist Palace, you could summarize new Daoist techniques. How's the summary going?"
Yang Qinglan sat up, picked a piece of grass at her feet, and gently blew it toward the lake.
