Without the obstructive suit jacket that affected his touch, embracing her like this indeed felt much more comfortable.
Xia Ye's chin rested on his broad shoulders, and her body was wrapped in his arms, feeling the spiritual energy flowing continuously.
She wasn't holding back at all, and Jiang Xuan could even feel the spiritual energy being drained vividly.
Her eyes faintly shone with a different colored light.
The spiritual energy had recovered somewhat, but she still relished the moment and didn't want to let go.
The two of them stayed quietly in the car for a while until Jiang Xuan could no longer bear it and gently patted her back.
Fortunately, he wasn't really a mortal; otherwise, he would have perished in the car by now.
"Let's eat first, the meal is ready," Jiang Xuan said in a husky voice, tense and tight.
Xia Ye, looking at the enormous spiritual spring shining with holy light, was reluctant to part from him.