Living each day used to mean losing one, and Li Nuo always felt that time passed too quickly.
Lately, however, he began to feel that time crawled by agonizingly slow.
Two and a half months seemed longer than two and a half years to him.
Fortunately, he could still meet in the Phoenix's boudoir every few days, and with Anning it felt as if they were already an old married couple.
The female officials from the Princess Mansion seemed to know everything about what to do and how to teach it.
Anning's delicate hands gracefully moved in various gestures, at first slowly and gently, then boldly and intensely, always enchanting him so deeply that he couldn't tear himself away.
Although he was indeed happy, his body was no longer what it used to be.
After all, the body of a Legalist was no match for a Martial Artist.
He hoped that after this Martial Arts Tournament, he would have some other gains.
Hundreds of thieves had once given him direct access to the power of the Thief Sect.
