The tenderness in the tent, the air still and serene.
The two gently embraced, Li Muyang's hand lightly moving around the woman's waist, playfully teasing her heartstrings.
Seeing that the woman did not avoid or resist as usual and hearing a deep sigh from her embrace, Li Muyang's hand suddenly stilled.
He sensed something and stopped his teasing. Instead, he tenderly held the woman in his arms, silently feeling her warm heartbeat, not making a sound.
The two held each other gently, breathing in each other's scent, falling into a moment of tenderness.
Until the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the tent, shattering the gentle tranquility within.
"Elder Yan! Something has happened!"
The footsteps of the young Cheng Feiyang approached, his tone unusually agitated.
Hearing these footsteps, Yan Xiaoru instinctively broke free from the embrace and sat up straight.
"What's the matter?"
She emotionlessly straightened her dress and hair, looking towards the outside.