The next morning.
Bright morning sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, spilling diagonally across the soft bed.
Dugu Linglong's long, thick lashes fluttered a few times before she slowly opened her clear, cool eyes.
Having only just awakened, she was still a little dazed.
Only when she felt the warm breath behind her and the arm wrapped around her slender waist did everything from the previous night gradually return to her.
Dugu Linglong's petite body stiffened slightly...
She lay on her side in Jiang Che's arms, her silver hair scattered messily across the pillow, with a few strands falling over her fair, delicate face.
The soft brocade quilt covered most of her body, leaving only a slim, snow-white shoulder and her cool, exquisite face exposed, still carrying a hint of youthful innocence.
One small, snow-white foot peeked out from beneath the edge of the quilt.
Her slender ankle was soft and fair, and her rounded toes instinctively curled a little at the morning chill.
Those blush-inducing scenes from the night before kept surfacing in her mind.
A distinct blush soon spread across Dugu Linglong's otherwise cool, composed face.
She had spent years devoted to solitary cultivation and had never been so intimate with any man.
Now, not only was she sharing a bed with Jiang Che, but she was practically curled up in his arms.
The two of them had become this intimate.
Whether she was willing to admit it or not, some things had changed forever...
Dugu Linglong lightly pressed her pale lips together and was about to pull away from Jiang Che's embrace when a warm voice, tinged with amusement, suddenly sounded behind her.
"You're awake?"
At the sound of his voice, Dugu Linglong paused just as she was about to sit up.
She turned her