"Rumble... Rumble..."
From the distant west came another thunderous sound.
Lu Ran reluctantly let go of Jiang Ruyi's lips, sparing her.
"Mmm."
Jiang Ruyi lowered her eyelids, breathing softly. Her face grew increasingly red, and even her delicate earlobes were tinged with a faint pink.
"Wait for me. The battle's not over." Lu Ran took off his broad bamboo hat and placed it on her head.
"Mm." Jiang Ruyi gently nodded.
Such a gentle and obedient demeanor was in stark contrast to her usual cold and dignified self.
Lu Ran hesitated no longer, turning around and leaving.
The scattered members of the Luoxian Pavilion stood frozen, staring blankly at their Pavilion Master.
At this moment, the realization seemed to dawn on them—Jiang Ruyi was just a 19-year-old girl.
In front of a particular person, she could be a tender young woman instead of the aloof and untouchable celestial maiden.
"Song Yu," Jiang Ruyi, now donning her veil again, called softly.
