Master Smelled So Good

Yuanshi's Spiritual Qi differed from her Spiritual Power. It was heavier, thicker, like aged wine—mellow on the tongue, yet potent in its aftereffect.

That Spiritual Power traveled down her meridians slowly, like a stream winding through a valley, flowing around every stone and soaking every inch of parched riverbed.

The exhaustion she had accumulated while rushing about the Prehistoric World seemed to be gently brushed away. Her whole body felt as though it had been immersed in a hot spring, so comfortable that even her toes wanted to curl up.

When the Spiritual Qi reached her shoulders, her shoulder blades sank of their own accord.

When it reached her waist, her spine slowly stretched open vertebra by vertebra, as if someone were gradually straightening a bent stalk of bamboo.

When it reached her knees, the soreness behind them melted like ice meeting hot water, starting from the edges until not even a trace remained.

Su Miao nestled in Yuanshi's arms, her entire body like a lump of dough that had been kneaded—soft and warm.

Her head rested against his chest, her ear pressed to his heartbeat. The sound came from within his chest, steady beat after steady beat, like a temple bell. It was neither hurried nor restless, making her feel that even if the sky collapsed, it would be all right.

"Mm..."

She let out a muffled nasal sound.

She had not done it deliberately. Her body had made the sound on its own.

It felt like basking in the winter sun, her entire body warmed into laziness. Even her eyelids felt too heavy to lift. She only wanted to lean against him and sit here peacefully forever.

Yuanshi lowered his gaze to the soft swirl of hair atop the person in his arms. Her black hair spread over