Rong Hang held Jiang Yixing's neck tightly, and both of their faces were flushed with heat, their cheeks turning red.

Rong Hang's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes shimmered with a faint light, as if there were still tears left to flow.

The two separated briefly. Jiang Yixing took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and stared at Rong Hang.

Rong Hang's skin was excessively fair, which made him blush easily. Even the slightest bit of heat would cause his cheeks to gradually turn rosy.

His lips glistened with moisture, stained with Jiang Yixing's bright red lip gloss, as if he had applied the most alluring lip glaze in the world.

Rong Hang's thick eyelashes, like a fan, fluttered up and down, revealing a glimpse of black in his eyes through the gaps.

He leaned in again, his hand stroking Jiang Yixing's soft hair. The two were pressed close together, Jiang Yixing leaning against Rong Hang's hard chest.

This time, the staff outside the venue wisely refrained from disturbing them. In the dark little room filled with clutter, only the two of them remained silent.

Rong Hang's voice was hoarser than usual, whether from crying or from being overwhelmed with emotion, it sounded like a low hum from a bass guitar during a sound check, "I love you so much."

Jiang Yixing gently touched his face, "I know."

Rong Hang's eyes held a wealth of unfulfilled emotions; his dark pupils were like an alluring black hole, radiating endless charm.

Rong Hang buried his face in the crook of Jiang Yixing's neck, his warm breath spraying onto her collarbone. "I want to be your Daoist partner for life."

Daoist partners are those whose contracts are certified by the Heavenly Dao among cultivators. Lovers who are in love raise their hands to the sky and promise to never be separated for life.

How long is a person's life? Just a few decades. Even ordinary people can't guarantee that they will only love one person for their entire lives.

Moreover, cultivators possess a thousand years of lifespan, and the breaking of contracts is not uncommon in the cultivation world.

However, cultivators who break the contract will be punished by the Heavenly Dao. Many cultivators perish in the Heavenly Tribulation, and even those who are lucky enough to survive will have their cultivation greatly reduced.

Jiang Yixing pushed Rong Hang away. Rong Hang looked intently into Jiang Yixing's eyes.

"Everything should be done slowly, right?"

Rong Hang's eyes were red, like a fluffy white rabbit in the field.

"You are unwilling to become my Daoist partner?"

Jiang Yixing had a headache; they had only been dating for a few days, and the topic of marriage had already escalated.

"That's not it, it's not that I'm unwilling."

"So that means you're willing?"

Rong Hang's eyes lit up.

Jiang Yixing's hand slowly touched the back of Rong Hang's hand, and Rong Hang's mood rose and fell with her movements.

"We need more time to get to know each other."

Rong Hang pursed his lips, and Jiang Yixing immediately saw what he was about to say, speaking up before he could: "Although we've known each other for a long time, as lovers, we're still not familiar enough."

lovers...

Tender words drifted through Rong Hang's mind, tingling on his tongue.

"A Daoist partner is a lifelong commitment. It's better to think it over now than to regret it later, right?"

Jiang Yixing smiled, her eyes sparkling.

Rong Hang felt that the person in front of him was still untouchable, so he pulled Jiang Yixing into his arms tightly again.

She was soft and cuddly in his arms, and a faint scent of mint mixed with lemon wafted from Jiang Yixing's hair.

"good."

Rong Hang responded softly that he wanted to cherish every moment, and if Jiang Yixing thought so, he would agree.