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Late at night, when Yan returned to the hotel room, he saw Mo Yue still lying on the bed. She looked like a sleeping beauty waiting to be awakened by a kiss, and the sight was so beautiful.

He crossed to the bedside in a few quick steps, lowered his head, and kissed her. After a slight resistance, she began to respond willingly. Only after a long while did Yan finally let Mo Yue go. He pulled the still-bowed Demon Princess into his arms and asked softly, "Yue'er, were you waiting for me all this time?"

"Master, hug me."

Mo Yue seemed to sense the fluctuations in Yan's mood. She held out her arms like a mischievous child, and Yan smiled and gave her a hug.

They chatted softly like that, and as dawn approached, the somewhat weary Yan fell into a deep sleep in Mo Yue's ample embrace.

The warm sunlight felt exceptionally comfortable against his body. Yan felt a little itchy, as though fragrant strands of hair had brushed against him. Was this another one of Mo Yue's pranks? Should he find an excuse for some morning exercise?

Yan quickly woke up and stealthily cracked his eyes open. He saw Mo Yue sitting at the bedside, completely unselfconscious as she began dressing to get up.

With a slight toss of her head, her flowing black-purple hair covered most of her snow-white body. Yan, who had been sneaking glances, froze for no reason, his throat going a little dry. This hazy feeling is even more alluring to me.

"Ah! Master, you're awake?"

His hands instinctively began to misbehave. Mo Yue quickly noticed the sneak attack, but she did not resist. She only cried out before turning over and wrapping her arms around Yan's neck, pressing herself against him as