The next morning.
When Xiao Yan woke from his dream, what greeted him was not the cold ground, but the soft, fragrant warmth he had once feared so deeply.
The girl's starry eyes were half-lidded, her lashes fluttering as she locked him tightly in her embrace like a body pillow. She was wholly defenseless, no longer seeming like an evil enchantress, but rather a cat that had found its resting place.
"You—"
Xiao Yan's expression was a sight to behold.
"Ah~~~ husband, you're awake?"
Hun Ruoruo stretched lazily, rubbed her sleepy purple eyes, and smiled. "This concubine originally had no wish to disturb husband's sweet dream, but Senior Xiao Xuan came calling last night. This concubine is merely a junior and had no power to resist, so I could only rely on husband's prestige~~~"
"Last night?"
Xiao Yan's expression changed drastically. "You mean Ancestor came here?"
Hun Ruoruo said nothing, merely looking at him with a subtle smile.
Her gaze made Xiao Yan's scalp tingle, leaving his mind in utter turmoil.
Ancestor came here, yet he did not disturb the Soul Clan tomb in the slightest. He definitely had no intention of killing anyone. In other words, he must have truly misunderstood my relationship with this enchantress.
At that moment, Xiao Yan felt no sense of accomplishment whatsoever. Instead, he had the strange feeling of having been thoroughly devoured by the enchantress.
"This concubine has always been alone, without ties or concerns. I can decide my own affairs myself."
Mischief glimmered in Hun Ruoruo's eyes as she whispered tenderly into his ear, "In other words, with Senior Xiao Xuan's approval, even if husband wishes to cook the rice before it is ripe, no one will say anything~"
She was no ordinary divine-grade being.
The blood she possessed did not originate