Lady Three, whose body exuded explosive power in battle, now lay soft and cozy in Zhao Changhe’s arms. Despite the cold wind and rain, the warmth and softness of her body made it hard for him to let go. Likewise, Zhao Changhe’s body radiated warmth, and the wind and rain had left Lady Three, whose internal energy had not yet recovered, trembling. At this moment, she greedily clung to him, craving the warmth he provided.0

Their bodies gradually heated up, and in the cramped space, their heavy breathing mingled with the sound of wind and rain, creating an indescribable intimacy.0

Zhao Changhe almost regretted the kiss—not because it was inappropriate, but because the environment made it impossible to go any further, leaving him even more frustrated.1

The setting was truly terrible. The ground was rough, covered in stones and sharp grass. Their backs leaned against jagged...0