The busy day of the Daoist ended with delivering food to Lingtong and Ms. Wan.
It is now seven thirty in the evening;
The third level of the fortress is brightly lit, the research institute and military factories are working overtime, and the military hospital has quieted down.
Lingtong is mostly fine now;
Wang Jixuan chatted with her for a while, but his eyes unconsciously drifted to her gentle lips and ample bosom, feeling that it was somewhat inappropriate, so he excused himself to find Professor Shen for some discussions.
'What's wrong with me?'
'Once this thought arises, it's hard to stop.'
The Daoist's mood is complicated.
He keeps having miscellaneous thoughts.
For example, is it fair to use Lingtong as an object for Red Dust Heart Refining? Once taken this step, how would he stop it? Being together for a long time is certainly fine, but if it delays his cultivation, what should he do?
