After Luo Chuan left the System Space, he discovered that Yao Ziyan had somehow already drifted into dreamland.
Her body was slightly curled up, a tranquil smile resting on her lips.
What was she dreaming about?
Luo Chuan gently pinched Yao Ziyan's nose, then took out his Magic Phone. Before sleeping, he read a bit of fiction and scrolled through some videos.
Recently, he had taken a liking to Hearthstone highlight compilations.
Watching matches that were practically dead ends somehow turn defeat into victory always brought an inexplicable sense of exhilaration.
Perhaps it was much the same reason people loved watching those high and mighty classes in power fall flat on their faces.
An ending that seemed set in stone was always dull.
A final one-hundred-and-eighty-degree reversal was what truly drew people in.
In the early morning, warm artificial sunlight and perfectly soothing music awakened the guests from their dreams.
It had to be said that when it came to enjoying life, dragons truly were undisputed masters.
When Luo Chuan woke up, Yao Ziyan was nowhere to be seen.
However, the quilt beside him still retained a trace of warmth.
Luo Chuan turned over and lay facedown there, taking a deep breath. It was still that familiar, delicate fragrance.
Wait.
Luo Chuan suddenly realized something was off.
Was what he was doing a little... well, that sort of thing?
Hmm...
It seemed there was nothing to fuss over. It was perfectly normal.
Luo Chuan became at ease again.
When Yao Ziyan returned, she saw Luo Chuan with his face buried in the pillow she had slept on, occasionally letting out strange chuckles.
She rubbed her arms. It was a little cold.
"Luo Chuan," Yao Ziyan called.
Luo Chuan raised his head, his expression returning to normal. In that instant,