The next day.
The morning light of the Lamia Kingdom was unlike the harsh, oppressive glare of the high noon sun, instead it was a soft, filtered amber that bled through the silk curtains of the guest chambers, casting long, lazy shadows across the opulent rugs and the tangled sheets of the massive bed.
Haoran woke up feeling incredibly refreshed, a rare sensation for someone whose mind was usually a churning vortex of calculations and strategic contingencies.
For the first time in years, the "Young Master" of the Shen Clan felt a profound sense of stillness, something he haven't felt even with other girls he has been with.
He looked down at his chest, where Huo Yue was fast asleep, her breathing was rhythmic and deep, her head nestled against his pectoral muscle as if it were the safest harbor in the world.
