In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Half an hour later, after experiencing the shock and fatigue brought by the Emperor-level martial arts, Wen Wan'er finally relaxed her tense nerves, lay lazily on the bed, her breathing gradually steady, and she fell into a sweet dream.

On the other side, Li Zimo stood up gently, with a hint of imperceptible urgency in his steps. He walked through the corridor and came to the room where Zhao Yanran was.

In the room, the soft light swayed gently, reflecting Zhao Yanran's heart-warming figure.

She was standing by the window, her eyes blurred, and she seemed to be touched by her recent experience.

Li Zimo slowly approached, and their eyes met in the air. There was no need to say anything, everything was self-explanatory.

Zhao Yanran stood quietly by the window frame, her figure graceful, like a fairy walking out of a painting.

Her slender legs appear even whiter and more delicate under the moonlight, like the most exquisite porcelain, emitting a faint luster.

She slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with endless tenderness and affection, as if they could penetrate everything and strike Li Zimo's heart.

Her eyes showed both shy anticipation and a deep attachment to Li Zimo, which made people involuntarily want to get closer to her and give her more warmth and care.

Li Zimo was deeply attracted. He walked up to her gently, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her slender and soft waist.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, quietly sprinkling on the couple, adding a bit of romance and mystery to their love.

......

In the morning light of the next day, Li Zimo gently turned his head and found that Zhao Yanran was leaning on his chest, breathing evenly and peacefully.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He reached out his hand carefully and gently touched the hair on Zhao Yanran's forehead, fearing that he would disturb her sweet dream.

"Yanran, it's time to get up."

His voice was low and gentle, like a spring breeze.

Zhao Yanran slowly opened her eyes, still a little sleepy.

But then she was infected by Li Zimo's gentleness, she smiled slightly and responded softly:

"Ah."

The two smiled at each other, their eyes filled with tacit understanding and affection.

Then, Li Zimo stood up gently, walked to Xiaoling's room, knocked on the door gently, and then pushed it open and walked in.

"Xiao Ling, wake up, the sun is shining on your butt."

He called softly, his eyes full of fondness.

Xiao Ling rubbed her eyes and immediately smiled sweetly when she saw Li Zimo standing beside the bed.

She stretched herself, then sat up and said coquettishly:

"Let me sleep for five more minutes."

Li Zimo smiled and shook his head, walked to the bedside, patted Xiao Ling's back gently, and said:

"Hurry up and get up. Wan'er has prepared breakfast. There's your favorite porridge."

Hearing this, Xiao Ling immediately perked up, quickly put on her clothes, and followed Li Zimo out of the room.

When they arrived at the yard, Wen Wan'er was busy setting up breakfast with a happy smile on her face.

She looked up and saw three people coming, and quickly greeted them:

"Come and have breakfast, it's freshly made and still hot."

The four of them sat around the table, and Li Zimo served a bowl of porridge to Zhao Yanran, Wen Wan'er, and Xiao Ling respectively, his actions full of care and love.

They ate and talked. Zhao Yanran shared her dream last night, Xiao Ling talked about the interesting things she encountered in her recent cultivation, and Wen Wan'er added dishes and soup from time to time, taking care of everyone's diet.

Li Zimo listened with a smile, occasionally interrupting to adjust the atmosphere, making the entire breakfast time full of laughter.

After dinner, Zhao Yanran, Wen Wan'er and Xiao Ling went to their respective training places and immersed themselves in the world of training.

Li Zimo was dressed in black, with a streamlined black cloak draped over the outside. Half of his face was lightly covered by an exquisite black mask, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.

He gently pushed open the door, walked out of the courtyard with steady steps, and headed towards the familiar yet slightly mysterious "Qimengxuan" in his memory.

Standing in front of the door of "Qimengxuan", he paused for a moment, and through the half-open door, he caught a glimpse of Liu Rumei who was busy in the store.

Liu Rumei stood in "Qimengxuan" with a graceful figure, as if every inch of her skin exuded an alluring luster.

She was concentrating on arranging the high-end clothes in the store, her fingers deftly moving between silk and lace, as if she was performing a silent artistic creation.

She gently lifted an exquisite lace dress and smoothed the wrinkles on the hem with her fingertips, and every movement looked so graceful.

As she moved, Liu Rumei's graceful figure was revealed in all its elegance.

Her waist was slender and soft, as if it could be gently blown by the wind, and a slight turn would outline a breathtaking curve;

The buttocks are plump and round, forming a sharp contrast with the waist, adding a touch of exciting sexiness and charm.

At the same time, the outline of her chest perfectly outlines the gentleness and softness of women, like a flower blooming in the morning light, exuding a charming fragrance, which makes people want to stop and appreciate it and indulge in it.

Just then, the door of the shop was gently pushed open, and a breeze mixed with the noise outside blew in.

Liu Rumei looked up at the door and saw a man dressed in black, wearing a cloak and a half mask, slowly walking into the store.

Although most of his face was covered, his deep eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, instantly attracting her attention.

Liu Rumei's gaze lingered on those eyes for a moment, and then a hint of surprise and confirmation flashed across her eyes.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a gentle smile.

She knew that the owner of those eyes was Li Zimo, whom she had not seen for a long time.

Although he had changed his attire, his unique eyes and temperament made her recognize him instantly.

"Mr. Li, you are finally here."

There was a hint of barely perceptible excitement in Liu Rumei's voice. She put down the clothes in her hands and walked slowly towards Li Zimo.

As she approached, the store seemed to be filled with an ambiguous and seductive atmosphere.

Her every movement and every look silently expressed her longing and desire for Li Zimo.

"Boss Liu, how are you?"

Li Zimo responded, his voice low and magnetic, his eyes involuntarily following Liu Rumei's figure.

The two began a conversation, and the topic ranged from the latest styles in the store to the recent weather and then to their aspirations for the future.

Their conversation was relaxed and pleasant, as if they had endless things to say.

During this process, Li Zimo would steal glances at Liu Rumei from time to time, and she seemed to feel his gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, adding a bit of charm.

As the conversation deepened, the atmosphere in the store gradually became warm and ambiguous.

In the end, they stopped talking at the same time, and their eyes were filled with unspoken emotions.

Liu Rumei bit her lower lip lightly, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

She suddenly took a step forward, stretched out her hand and gently placed it on Li Zimo's shoulder.

The distance between the two of them instantly shortened, and the air was filled with an indescribable tension and anticipation.

"Mr. Li, I think..."

She was interrupted by a gentle hug from Li Zimo just when she was halfway through her words.

He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

At this moment, all words seem redundant, they only need to feel each other's presence with their hearts.

As the door of the shop slowly closed, the noise from the outside world seemed to be isolated.