Looking down, Lu Ce saw that the jade-like body was still holding him, its skin radiating seven-colored divine light.
Divine power circulated completely unconsciously, already difficult to suppress within her body and spilling outward. Even her every breath contained immense power, like a sleeping young dragon.
Lu Ce's gaze wandered slightly. Well, neither of them was wearing clothes right now.
Then, yesterday's memories surged back like a tide. Those instinctive actions had not left him without any memories at all.
Lu Ce's feelings immediately became somewhat complicated. He removed the bloodstained bedsheet, found a blanket nearby to cover her with, then hurriedly fumbled around for his Misty Cloak.
Once the cloak was on, it automatically assembled itself into clothing. Only after calming himself down did Lu Ce look at Xie Antong, who was still fast asleep.
While asleep, her face had returned to the look he was more familiar with. That intensely joyful state had faded, leaving her very quiet.
The crazed upward curl of her lips had returned to normal. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked faintly pained.
It seemed that even after absorbing so much divine power, her physical strength still could not keep up with Lu Ce's.
Last night's madness felt like a dream. The way Xie Antong had looked yesterday made Lu Ce feel frightened and unfamiliar for the first time.
At the time, he had worried that if someone's mind changed completely, then she had effectively died. And that kind of death might be even harder to accept than the death of the body.
Xie Antong's appearance yesterday had even made his vision blur.
In a daze, joy, desire, every Joy Emissary he had ever seen, including the female doctor he had encountered during his first game, all overlapped and manifested through her.