The lingering aura of intimacy had yet to fully disperse from the secret chamber.
Zi Yan lay lazily curled up in Mo Lin's arms, her purple eyes shimmering with moisture, holding the seductive satisfaction of fulfillment and the shy embarrassment of having first tasted passion. Her slender fingertips unconsciously traced circles over Mo Lin's firm chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat as an unprecedented sense of peace and sweetness filled her heart.
Yet after such ultimate intimacy, an indescribable yearning quietly arose within Zi Yan.
She lifted her eyes to look at Mo Lin's sharply defined jaw and softly said, "Mo Lin... I... I want to be even closer to you."
Lowering his head to meet her purple eyes, filled with expectation and slight unease, Mo Lin smiled gently. "Aren't we close enough already?"
As he spoke, he meaningfully tightened the arm wrapped around her.
Zi Yan's cheeks flushed faintly, yet she firmly shook her head. "Not that kind... I mean spiritually. Closer, inseparable forever."
She bit her lip. Her voice trembled slightly, yet every word was exceptionally clear. "Let's... form a Soul Contract. The highest kind, sharing our lives and relying on each other's souls."
The moment those words fell, the air in the secret chamber seemed to freeze.
The highest-grade Soul Contract meant that both parties would completely open their souls to one another, sharing life and power. They would flourish together and suffer together. It was a bond more unbreakable than any oath.
Mo Lin looked deeply at Zi Yan, at the unquestionable sincerity and resolve in her eyes. He understood that this was not an impulsive decision. It was the most solemn promise and trust that this newly appointed Dragon Emperor could offer after facing life and death and confirming her feelings.
A tremendous wave of emotion