As Fu Xiqin wandered around, he suddenly realized that Zuzi was missing, and his chatterbox mode uncontrollably switched on:
"Wow, wow, wow, where did little Ancestor go?"
"Did she get lost and run next door?"
"That’s not right, she’s familiar with this place. Our Ancestor has visited here several times thousands of years ago. How could she get lost..."
The little crow, speechless, dragged him towards another path: "Don’t meddle."
Such lack of awareness, interrupting Ancestor’s hard-earned meeting with the boy, honestly.
Fu Xiqin, yelling, actually discovered movement in the secret room next door and poked his head in:
"Holy shit, some bastard is forcefully kissing little Ancestor! Brother Jin, come help! Peck his eyes; I’ll crush his head! The opportunity even our Master hasn’t taken advantage of can’t be taken by this bastard..."
"Holy shit, wait, why did little Ancestor close her eyes? Is she running out of breath?"
"Holy shit, Brother Jin, hurry up! It looks like Ancestor’s leg is cramping, can’t resist any longer, quickly save her... Mmph, mmph, mmph..."
The silenced Fu Xiqin, twitching the strings of the instrument, was dragged out by the little crow.
Zuzi was pinned against the wall by Bao Gucheng.
The man’s palm slipped under her arm, pressing his warm hand against her back, separating her from the cold jade wall of the tomb. This gentle and thorough display of gentlemanly demeanor was very comforting.
But the other hand wasn’t gentle or gentlemanly at all.
His large palm clutched her nape, supporting the back of her head, guiding her towards him.
He lowered his head, burying it in her small face; the cold wind from speeding on the plane had cooled his face, causing the girl’s snowy skin to shiver lightly.
His cold lips pried hers open, rampaging through like no one’s land...
Time was running out; he needed to return to the imperial capital before nightfall.
He shouldn’t have wasted time, but he went off course halfway, following his heart, just to see her.
Therefore, every second felt like the last. He wished he could devour her.
All logic, gentlemanliness, and tenderness were thrown out of the window at this moment; he only wanted...
To do what a man does to the woman he’s infatuated with.
Which was exclusive possession, sealing it with a kiss.
A sudden burst of footsteps was heard.
The classmates who had just left came back.
"Almost forgot, this room hasn’t been introduced yet. This is the most important room in Nuwa’s tomb, supposedly a ceremonial room, equivalent to the solemn and grand venues for our events now..."
Professor Feng Tang, the leading archaeologist on the excavation of Nuwa’s tomb, was very proud of the archaeological achievements and led the students on a tour.
"Don’t underestimate these unassuming jars of wine; each is worth billions, so don’t touch them..."
"These wine jars were likely used for Nuwa’s sacrificial ceremonies, and on the wall murals, there are many men and women... seeking... that pleasure..."
"Ahem, actually, this was an essential ceremony for ancient women before breaking their... virginity, so don’t be too surprised; you can just view it as art..."
Before everyone could be shocked by the indescribable murals, they were startled by the two living people that suddenly appeared in the tomb, screaming before seeing their faces clearly: "Wow, wow, wow, a zombie!"
Feng Tang, speechless, facepalmed: "Calm down, calm down!"
But the next second, seeing the tall and straight man in a uniform and a girl in simple clothes with red lips, ethereal and graceful, walking out one after another, even the old professor couldn’t stay calm.
Truly like a pair of celestial beings stepping out of the exquisite murals!
"You are, you are..."
Zuzi, with a lazy and alluring glance, tinged with a displeasure from being interrupted midway: "I’m your Ancestor."
Bao Gucheng, also with a raspy and displeased voice: "I’m here to inspect teaching safety!"