Luo Binghe refused to let go of you.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close against him. His long hair flowed downwards…some of it brushing against you. It was amazing to think that this person was the same young disciple you trained so many years ago…

Still, he retained his attitude of craving for your affection and approval. Guess not much really changed except for his appearance.

“…Shizun,” he spoke softly as he squeezed you tighter. “I love you…,”