Morning sunlight spilled through the gaps in the bamboo blinds, drawing long, thin patches of gold across the floor.
When Xiao Yun woke, he felt a slight weight on his chest.
He looked down and saw the Spirit Flame Maiden lying sprawled over him, her face buried in the hollow of his neck. Her breathing was even and soft, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she were having some sweet dream.
Her long, fiery-red hair spilled across his chest and shoulders, like flowing flames in the morning light.
Her arms were wrapped around his waist, her legs pressed over his, like a lazy cat that had found the most comfortable nest.
Her body was very light, as if it had no weight at all, but it was warm, like a little stove.
Her jade-like face held a faint sheen in the morning light. Her lashes were long, her nose was straight, and her lips were very red.
Xiao Yun did not move, afraid that waking her would make her feel embarrassed.
He just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
The roof of the bamboo building was woven from bamboo strips. The strips were neatly arranged, their grain clear, and it was obvious the craftsman's skill was excellent.
Sunlight leaked through the gaps between the bamboo strips, casting mottled light and shadow over the roof.
Time passed, second by second.
The Spirit Flame Maiden showed no sign of waking.
She turned over, moved her face from the hollow of Xiao Yun's neck to his chest, rubbed against him, found a more comfortable position, and kept sleeping.
Seeing this, Xiao Yun could only gently lift his hand. The Spirit Flame Maiden's body was supported by a soft stream of Spiritual Power and slowly rose into midair.
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