The morning light was faint.
Lu Yan opened his eyes to find a fair, jade-like arm draped across his chest.
Looking down, he saw Tang Yuehua curled up in his embrace like a kitten.
Her seductiveness had faded, replaced by a tender softness.
Lu Yan gently moved her arm aside, tucked in her blanket, and then got out of bed.
Standing by the window, an involuntary, lingering smile curved his lips.
Last night had truly been... the ultimate pleasure.
After shedding all restraint and reservation.
Tang Yuehua's blend of elegance and charm formed a unique, fatal allure that could make any man fall helplessly for her.
None could rival her, nor could any replace her.
Lu Yan composed himself and faced the morning sun rising in the east, a faint purple intent gathering in his eyes.
He began his daily, unwavering cultivation—Purple Demon Eyes.
That strand of pure Purple Qi between heaven and earth brought indescribable benefits to the nourishment and tempering of Spiritual Power.
He had never slackened for even a single day.
When the last trace of Purple Qi was drawn into his eyes, his aura seemed to grow a little more condensed.
Just then, a faint movement sounded behind him.
Lu Yan turned around and saw Tang Yuehua slowly waking up. She lay on her side on the bed, propping her cheek on one hand as her watery gaze rested upon him.
"Aunt Yue, did you sleep well?" he asked softly.
The rising morning sun spilled down behind him, making him look like a scene from a painting.
Tang Yuehua was somewhat entranced by the sight. Ripples spread across the lake of her heart.
She knew very well.
She had understood it long ago.
For the rest of her life, she likely would never be able to