The houseboat rested on the vast lake, silent and still with no wind or waves.
Due to the grandeur of the houseboat, the nearby painted pleasure boats dared not approach frivolously.
The houseboat had five levels. Within one of the cramped rooms on the fourth level, the noise had subsided at some point. A man and a woman huddled together, the room somewhat disordered, with a torn black stocking lying quietly by the pillow.
Xiao Yunxi had fallen asleep, clinging to Chen Mo like a koala, sleeping soundly.
But from the weariness etched between her brows, it was clear how exhausted she had been earlier.
Chen Mo lay wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling of the cabin, using his arm as a pillow, holding the beauty in his embrace, looking rather uninspired.
Chen Mo felt like his body was completely drained.
For the first time, he experienced the feeling of a heavy head and light feet.
Even when he was with Qiu Lan and Dong Lan, he never felt this way.
