Song Shijiu was a bit dizzy; before her was the silk painting-like lips of Li Shiyi, and in her breaths, it seemed like there was still the tenderness of lips and teeth; as she remembered the aftertaste of Li Shiyi’s kiss, she placed her bracelet against her slim neck. Just then, when she’d risen, she’d just had a bit of dizziness, yet Li Shiyi, without allowing explanation, had knocked her horizontal and embraced her, still carrying her as they left the temple; her hands were probably very sore, yet she still wasn’t willing to let her go, only crouching down and making her lay against her back, keeping silent the entire way as she carried her on her back down the mountain. She felt that Li Shiyi had a degree of hard to part with tenderness towards her; in the past, this tenderness had been sealed by dignified excuses; just now, Li Shiyi was in a helpless state of agitation, and gradually wrapped her up. Song Shijiu tilted her head, contentedly leaning it against her shoulder, and with