Feet to feet, legs to legs, bellies pressing against each other, hands gripping hands, chests crushing one another.
Soul Bodies converged into one.
In that instant,
Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng both experienced a synchronous shudder in body, soul, and mind, a strange sensation that momentarily rendered their thoughts ethereal.
Simultaneously, the countless golden lights that Xia Feng turned into scattered from his fair collarbones, streamed past twin bright moons, vaulted over hills, encircled twin flawless white pillars, and ultimately submerged the delicate powdered feet.
In a blink, he had enveloped her entire body, transforming into a magnificent and elegant blood-black gown, replacing her solemn nun's robe.
Beneath the gown, rose-red lace on the edges of the stockings bit into flesh, while semi-transparent black silk wrapped around her shapely calves. As she stepped forward at leisure, the black boots at her feet morphed into ornate high heels.