To Console the Spirit in Heaven

Early the next morning, a fine rain fell in sheets.

On the large bed in the master bedroom of Yunhai Dwelling, Lu Ran opened his bleary eyes.

"Mm." He sat up groggily, one hand supporting his forehead as he rubbed his temples.

The Mirror Demon Evil Sculpture had stopped vibrating at midnight.

Thanks to that, Lu Ran had finally been able to fall asleep. But with Jingxian Island weighing on his mind, he had slept uneasily and woke after only a few hours.

"Hmm?" Lu Ran lowered his gaze.

A slender, fair arm reached around from behind him and wrapped across his chest.

"Sleep a little longer." Jiang Xianzi's voice was soft and sweet. Clearly, her pleasant dream had been disturbed, and she had not fully awakened.

Before Lu Ran could say anything, her arm exerted a slight force and pulled him back down onto the bed.

"I—"

"Shh." Jiang Ruyi kept her eyes closed, resting against Lu Ran's shoulder as she gave him the order to be quiet.

Lu Ran:?

So domineering?

This wasn't my Xiao Ruyi—uh, or perhaps she had been woken up and was a little grumpy after getting out of bed?

The patter of rain sounded especially clear in the quiet surroundings.

Lu Ran looked toward the carved wooden window. In the courtyard, the Xianmo flower tree stood utterly at odds with the gloomy sky, its clusters of beautiful Xianmo flowers swaying gently amid the wind and rain.

Wisps of mist drifted through the air, carrying a faint floral fragrance.

Lu Ran gradually became lost in thought.

Until another voice sounded beside his ear, carrying a trace of annoyance. "Is it really so hard to let you rest a little longer?"

Lu Ran hurriedly shut his eyes and lay obediently on the bed.

Instead, Jiang Ruyi