She Is the One Destined for Me

On the great path, both Zhong Wen and Leng Wushuang rode together on a unicorn, moving slowly. The rest of the group intentionally kept their distance from them, avoiding witnessing this public display of affection.

The reason? Well, they had already had more than their fill of "dog food" and couldn't digest it easily.

"Ah, ~" Zhong Wen opened his mouth to accept the fruits handed to him by Leng Wushuang, chewing them contentedly, juice dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing juice at the corners of his mouth, Leng Wushuang gently took a handkerchief and wiped it for him.

Ah, youth is a beautiful thing!

As they walked along the road, a high-headed unicorn approached them. Riding the unicorn was a man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a round face, a green robe barely hiding his plump figure, a long sword on his back, and his face wobbled with every step the unicorn took.