Inside the chamber, one could hear a heartbeat.
Because of his drunkenness, Xu Yuan really thought the girl before him was the one he had seen in his dreams, but the delicate warmth made him immediately realize that everything before him was real.
It proved that even the coldest of ice blocks would be warm once held in one's hands.
Because she needed to move freely, Ran Qingmo never had the habit of wearing silk clothes. The fabric of her ink-colored clothes was a unique blend from the Sword Sect, and although it didn't feel particularly pleasant to the touch, through the garment, Xu Yuan could still feel the softness of her waistline.
Of course, it was indeed cold.
The sensation of being locked in by Ran Qingmo's Dao Charm was not pleasant, giving Xu Yuan a sense of chilling clarity that he might die at any moment.