snowy peaks, cherry-red and prominent, her voluptuous hips, glistening with moisture. On the sand, on the carpet, they assumed various poses, all at Ye Fan's whim and conquest.Amidst a tempest of cra...When Li Nanfang just regained his memory, he didn't know that Duan Xiangning and her sister had become sacrificial lambs used by the Dali Duan clan to protect their family interests.

So when Duan Zixing held onto his arm and said she wanted to stay, he was only halfheartedly reluctant.

The death of Duan Xiangning was a great shock to him.

Before he lost his memory, Li Nanfang thought he was already mature enough.

Only now did he realize how childish he had been many times in the past.

He finally matured.

The price of his maturity was a heavy one, demanding Duan Xiangning's life. He had to witness with his own eyes a summer flower blooming vibrantly before wilting away rapidly.

Li Nanfang could naturally see that Duan Lingxing had deep feelings for him.

If this were in the past, Li Nanfang would definitely show off his scumbag persona, eating up Duan Lingxing who was just starting to blossom, savoring him slowly—a man isn't considered successful if he doesn't have eight or ten mistresses, right

Compared to a beautiful woman like Duan Xiangning, Duan Ling is more easily manipulated because she is as scattered as unripe green apples.

With Li Nanshan's capabilities, it won't be long before he molds the rather naive Duan Lingxing into a top-tier concubine, utterly devoted to him, willing to do anything for him in bed, giving him immense satisfaction.

Now he doesn't.

Especially seeing Duan Xiangning's blissful smile on her lips, I felt that treating Duan Lingxing like that would be a crime.

No matter what, Duan Xing is now Li Nanfang's legitimate niece.

Li Nanshan, who had always considered himself a complete scoundrel, had never wanted to be a decent person as much as he did now. That's why he could ignore Duan Lingxing's desperate pleas.

But just as he was about to tuck Duan Xiangning into the flower-woven sleeping bag, a flash of inspiration struck him in his mind.

Li Nánfāng wasn't sure if what he had just thought of was right or wrong.

No matter what, he had to go after her and see for himself.

"Thank goodness I thought of those things in time, to save Duan from becoming a scattered mess. Now, you can rest assured. I also hope that two years will allow her to see clearly, that being the mistress of a scoundrel like me is far less happy than finding an outstanding young man who treats her like a queen."

In a rambling way, Li Nanfang slowly covered Duan Xiangning's face with flowers.

He closed it just a moment ago, but now he hesitated and opened it again.

Duan Xiangning was still smiling, sleeping sweetly.

Her face was a little pale, as if she were sick.

"Alas, why don't you believe me I can handle Li Ming and get you safely out of Canglong Mountain. Why don't you have faith in me"

Li Nanfang seemed to smile, and suddenly a drop of water fell onto Duan Xiangning's closed eyes.

That was tears.

Like tears streaming from Duan Xiangning's eyes, they flowed along her cheek and gently landed on her ear.

No matter how reluctant I am, it will eventually have to be given away.

Just as no one likes to die, no one can change the fact that from the day we are born, we embark on a journey towards death. No matter how hard we try or how fast we go, we will eventually reach the end.

Along the banks of the Canglong River, to the area called Xu, the river water has eroded pebbles into oval shapes. Most are light blue or white, with occasional red and jade-green ones.

After Tai Ci Luoshan, it had been a long time since Li Nanfang stopped running back and forth from the riverbank to the mountain crevices.

It took tens of thousands of pebbles to fill the narrow mountain cleft.

And on top of those pebbles, a half-meter thick layer of soil was piled.

Thus, this time next year, the grass seeds and wildflower seeds buried in the soil will take root and sprout, basking in the sunlight.

Li Nanfang believed that Duan Xiangning would definitely like her new home.

Just like all beautiful women in the world, she loves flowers.

He did not erect a tombstone at Duan Xiangning's grave inscribed with the words "Tomb of Duan Xiangning, wife of Li Nanfang."

That way, it would only alert anyone who happened to pass by, who might very well disturb Duan Xiangning's slumber.

All beautiful women are made in bed.

Men also need to sleep, especially someone like Li Nanfang who has been awake for dozens of hours.

He leaned against the door of Duan Xiangning's house, his eyes unconsciously gazing at the stars on the horizon. His gaze slowly dimmed and was eventually covered by his eyelids.

The stars are getting brighter.

The wind grew stronger and stronger.

The surface of Canglong River rose visibly with the incoming tide.

The black dragon hidden within Li Nanfang's dantian slowly rose, as if in slow motion from a film, lazily baring its teeth and claws.

In the past morning, Li Nanan didn't "pay" anything.

Although he was still far from full, and his appetite wasn't much better than a pig’s, he hadn't yet felt the pang of hunger. Only when the dawn appeared on the easternmost horizon could he feel himself drifting off to sleep, dreaming once again of a perfectly round full moon swaying back and forth before him. It instantly reacted - this was definitely due to Black Dragon’s influence.

Every day requires some kind of payment, not to women or the woman in your dreams. It has already become a growth accelerator for the Black Dragon's rapid development.

Li Nánfāng hated having to have this kind of dream every day, it was always a lot of work.

On the one hand, he couldn't control this kind of giving without wanting to give. On the other hand, he was worried about his physical health. After all, that thing is a man's essence. No matter how strong his physique is, he can't always give like this, or he will eventually become a withered husk.

Even if he was filled with reluctance, so what

This matter, just like his destiny, was completely beyond his control.

Otherwise, if he had witnessed Huaye Shen's betrayal with his own eyes back then, he wouldn't have been so mentally devastated, leading to him vomiting non-stop after waking up.

Why is he vomiting

Now he remembered, it was because that morning when he and Yue Zitong returned to the capital, he dreamt of being with Yang Xiao.

Li Nanfang admitted, Yang Xiao was very handsome.

He's so handsome that his face is prettier than many women.

But can being handsome change the fact that he's a man

Whether Li Nanfang had a preference for "斷袖" (homosexual relationships) was unknown, so he couldn't stand being physically intimate with Yang Xiao—even in his dreams.

Dreaming, isn't it also a kind of dream dispatch

Fortunately, after suffering a heavy blow and gradually losing his memory, he met Duan Xiangning.

Du Xiangning used her peerless beauty, like a full moon, to thoroughly drive away the handsome Yang Xiao.

Women like He Xiangning, so alluring and sexy, clanging incessantly in dreams—that's the top priority for Li Nanfang to dream about.

It's a pity, Duan Xianger has already left.

Nathan's round moon has already become eternal, and no one can replace her position in Li Nanfang's heart, whether it's Yue Zichong, Hua Yexin, He Lan Xiao Xin, or all the women around him.

Just as there is only one Wong Mei-ling in the world, there is also only one Tang Xiangning.

Who is it

Whose footsteps pulled Li Nanfang out of his dream of searching for Duan Xiangning

He slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction from which the footsteps were coming.

The east was already tinged with the light of dawn. In another half hour at most, the sky would be fully bright, and a new day would begin.

Through the dim morning light, Li Nanfang saw a person walking out of the dense forest.

He suspected he might have seen a spirit from Western legend.

Beautiful fairy.

If he wasn't a fairy, why was his way of walking so captivating

That elf is still fifty meters away from Li Nanfang, isn't it

Besides, the sprite merely approached tiptoeing like a cat, swaying her hips gently. She didn't use her hands or mouth—that's why Li Nanfang felt a little puzzled, wondering why that thing couldn't help but fire away.

The pixie crept closer.

The closer you get, the more graceful your walking posture becomes, like dancing, or perhaps like a beautiful snake with two legs.

The sprite also gave off a sweet fragrance that Li Nanfang was very familiar with.

Snake essence sachet.

Although Li Nanshan wasn't a veteran TCM practitioner, his sense of smell was more acute than many seasoned ones. His memory was also far superior to the average person's. Therefore, after catching a whiff of this fragrance, he could instantly identify it. The scent was almost identical to that of the sachet.

Of course, the sweetness emanating from a fairy is nothing compared to the sweetness coming from a giant python's pouch. It's like comparing a single human to a giant python.

This is a woman.

She had a graceful figure that was both slender and tall. With a full bust, a slender waist, wide hips, and long legs, she wore only a floor-length black chiffon dress. Although it trailed on the ground, it couldn't hide her feet, which were as beautiful and white as freshly fallen snow.

"Just a woman. Heh heh, there aren't really any spirits or fairies in the world anyway, just little demons and tree spirits. Except for me, I'm a unique creature."

Looking at the woman who was seven or eight meters away from him, appearing half-asleep and half-awake, Li Nanfang twitched the corner of his mouth and thought to himself, "Who is she What does she want by coming to me at this time Is she an enemy, a friend, or something else entirely Am I awake, or am I dreaming"

When Li Nanfang began to suspect he was dreaming, the woman slowly bent down, her hands resting on her knees. As the black veil covering her face lifted in the wind, she spoke softly, "Are you Li Nanfang"

Her voice, like the air that emanated from her, was sweet.

Yet, there was a hint of huskiness to it.

But it was these raspy tones that gave her voice even more allure, making Li Nanfang want nothing more than to hold her in his arms and ravish her fiercely, whispering "It's me, it's me, it's me."

But Li Nanshan was just thinking that, in fact, he just nodded: "Yeah, I'm Li Nanshan. Beauty, who are you A tree demon, or a mountain spirit"

"How do you know I'm a beauty"

The pretty girl straightened her body and brushed the stray hair behind her ear with a delicate gesture, as if she were — striking a pose.

When speaking to a beautiful woman, you must always be polite. This is what Ye Xiaodao repeatedly told Li Nanfang, twisting his ears thousands of times, until he formed the habit. So, he smiled politely: "Regardless of how you look, just by looking at your posture and your attire, I can tell that you are a beautiful woman."

"Would you like to see my face"

The sweet beauty seemed to chuckle softly, raising her hand to pinch the corner of the black veil covering her face, as if about to pull it down.

Li Nanshan simply said, "No."

The sweet beauty was taken aback and asked, "Why" Let me know if you'd like me to translate any more text!

Li Nanfang opened his mouth, yawned, and closed his eyes, murmuring: "Because I'm not interested in chatting with beauties right now. You should leave. No matter who you are or why you came to me, I don't want to know. All I ask is that you please don't disturb me and my woman as we meet in our dreams."

"Haha, what's the point of meeting with a dead person"

Among the sweet laughter of the beautiful woman, there was suddenly a scent of sweetness in the air.

Amidst the laughter, she moved with a captivating and bewitching sway of her hips, her snow-white feet gliding gracefully towards him.

It looked more like a snake winding its way along.

But she didn't see that when she said the word "dead", Li Nanshan's mouth twitched sharply.

Like the beautiful aunt, please collect everyone: () The beautiful aunt updates the fastest.s heart.Ye Fan remained silent. He knew a little about the old man's romantic past. In this regard, he had inherited his grandfather's genes to the fullest. However, compared to his grandfather's expl...