Have to learn to rely on him

It felt both broad and warm, radiating with a soothing sandalwood smell.

And that powerful and strong arm tightly held on to her waist.

Ye Qing Luo's heart started to quieten down slowly.

"Ah Xuan….."

Ye Qing Luo's eyes were sparking with an overjoyed expression as she abruptly turned over, falling into the man's embrace.

He actually came.

"It's Xiao Yi they all..."

"They're fine." Di Mo Xuan's large palm brushed against Ye Qing Luo's hair as his finger twirled a few strands while he gently untangled it, "Imperial Castle's disciples have already brought them back safely."

Imperial Castle?

Ye Qing Luo was astounded as she raised her head to look at that glamorous face.

After some time, she gave a stunning smile.

Her arms encircled Di Mo Xuan's waist.

Her face, stuck closely onto Di Mo Xuan's chest, listening to his heartbeat, smelling his fragrance.

A sweet satisfaction slowly flowed around her heart.