The breeze blew, and the autumn air was refreshing.
The huge commotion on the Primordial Golden Roc's back gradually calmed down.
"Han, I'm so happy!"
"I really hope I'm so happy every day!" Han Qinxue curled up lazily in Zhou Han's arms, her face filled with infinite satisfaction and sweetness.
After sex, the resentment she had accumulated for so many days was swept away. She was especially cheerful. The sun became brighter, and the wind became gentle.
Anyway, in a good mood, everything felt good. After all, she was filled with great happiness.
"Of course. The woman I love must be happy!"
"Rest first!" Seeing the fatigue in Han Qinxue's eyes, Zhou Han rubbed her shoulder and said gently.
"Little Roc, fly slower!"
The Primordial Golden Roc: …
Then, Han Qinxue obediently took a nap.
Zhou Han also retracted his thoughts and began to check the rewards he had obtained this time.