Lin Feng did not leave Su Muyao's side.
Instead, he remained beside her on the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slept.
It would have been strange, even improper, for him to walk away after sharing something so intimate.
He could easily restore her to perfect condition.
With a mere thought, he could circulate his immortal qi and replenish every drop of energy she had lost, erase the exhaustion from her limbs, and return the color to her flushed cheeks.
For him, such a feat required no effort at all.
But that was precisely why he did not do it.
If she awakened fully refreshed, warm and radiant beneath him, he knew his resolve would be tested again.
The memory of her reactions, the way her tight jade pink portal trembled and clung to him, was still vivid in his mind.
His body had not entirely forgotten either.
Even now, he had to consciously steady his breathing to keep his thoughts from wandering.
