Three days later, early in the morning.
The wooden house where Leng and Heroson lived.
The bedroom.
Although this master and disciple pair were over seven thousand years apart in age and shared a bedroom, only Heroson was fast asleep beneath a thin blanket on the shabby mattress.
With her wings folded and wearing a pale yellow dress, Leng sat on the wooden floor beside the bed, quietly watching her little disciple.
The Angel race did not need sleep. Leng still had an abundant reserve of energy within her body, so unless she suffered serious injuries, she did not need to share energy from her guardian target, or...
Establish an energy connection.
Whenever she thought about doing "that" with Heroson in the future, Leng shuddered all over.
Although Leng had been mentally prepared for the worst ever since Yan betrothed her to Heroson ten years ago, as Heroson gradually matured, Leng had also begun to feel increasingly nervous.
Then again, Heroson was a demigod with Pioneer technology inside his body. As his guardian angel, she would possess nearly limitless power as well.
Actually... she was not losing out at all.
"Forget it. This child is still too young. I won't take advantage of him for now." Leng muttered to herself with a faint smile.
"Mm~... ugh... ah—~."
Before long, the bleary-eyed Heroson stretched lazily. When he turned his head and saw Leng keeping watch beside him, he smiled and said:
"Sis Leng, you didn't sleep again?"
"What, you want me to sleep with you?"
Leng raised her chin and arched her left eyebrow, speaking with a teasing expression.
"That wouldn't be so bad. After all, I've matured quite nicely."
"..."
Leng remained frozen in her teasing pose for a moment. She had not expected Heroson to actually dare say that.