On the morning of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, as soon as Shen Qiang opened his eyes, he was greeted by the charming gaze and pink lips of Baihua Palace Master Weisheng Zhimei. Her delicate hand propped her head to the side, with snow-like arms resembling lotus roots, making her rosy cheeks look even more stunning.
Seeing Shen Qiang awake, she smiled charmingly and said, "I thought you would sleep until I left without saying goodbye."
Shen Qiang laughed, pulled her slender waist towards him, and said, "Although I don't like farewells, I should personally see you off. I can't possibly bring you here and let you leave alone."
Weisheng Zhimei smiled with crinkled eyes, then lazily lay on Shen Qiang, her snow-like arms around his neck, and softly said, "These past two days have been so joyful that I feel increasingly reluctant to leave you."
Shen Qiang laughed, "Then stay! I've already prepared a room for you at the Mountain Villa."
