A poem reads:
The moon is full, the flowers at their most tender; our meeting falls on a night to be cherished.
Holding red and grasping jade, my affection only grows; without asking, I know my very soul has melted away.
Although it was Wan'Er's first time with a man, her pillow talk and eager desire to please were second to none among the world's most charming women.
The two shared a secret night of bliss, tasting its sweetness. A thousand tendernesses and ten thousand affections were exchanged. When their passion subsided, they teased and joked with one another, adding a boundless warmth to their bedside.
The next day, they rose early for a meal, already looking every bit the loving couple. Wan'Er, having received Fang Cheng's help, had seen a great leap in her cultivation. In high spirits, she smiled sweetly and said, "Sir, you mentioned yesterday that you wanted me to ask about something. Please, feel free to tell me."
