After leaving Leizhou, the migrating caravan continued along their predetermined route.
One carriage after another sped forward, and because they were equipped with shock-absorbing magical artifacts, even at the swift pace of the horses, there was not the slightest discomfort for those within the carriages.
Han Li had returned to his own carriage. Lin Yiwu had left, leaving him and Lu Tianxiang alone together.
He naturally sat beside Lu Tianxiang, wrapping his arm around her slender waist. Lu Tianxiang struggled a few times, but without success, she gave up.
Looking at Lu Tianxiang in her changed attire, Han Li's gaze held a scorching heat. He was so tempted to take her then and there.
At this moment, Lu Tianxiang was wearing a gorgeous purple palace dress that did nothing to hide her mature and voluptuous tantalizing body. With her cheeks flushed red from being forcibly held by Han Li, she seemed quite unaccustomed to such a posture.