Morning light, like a cool skein of golden gauze, slanted in through the carved lattice window and fell beside the pillow.
Lu Yuan's eyelashes trembled. He instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes, and naturally woke.
The one beside him was still sleeping deeply.
She lay curled on her side, a lock of golden hair slipping from her shoulder, the ends brushing Lu Yuan's wrist, soft as silk soaked in water.
That cold, abstinent face now had its lips slightly pouted, her brows faintly furrowed.
The thin quilt barely covered her to the waist, revealing a stretch of lace-edged underwear strap. The fabric, embroidered with hidden patterns, was pulled taut, rising and falling gently with her breathing, darkened here and there by sweat.
Beneath the corner of the quilt were two overlapping bare thighs, shapely and long, making it very hard to look away.
Lu Yuan's gaze swept past the base of her thigh, where a smear of long-dried ink glinted faintly in the morning light.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingertips unconsciously touched the messy creases in the sheet.
In the past, whenever Lu Yuan was being intimate, he had always instinctively used a thin balloon.
But last night? Lu Yuan had not used a thin balloon.
This was not because his blood had rushed to his head, nor because he had lost his reason.
It was because his realm had already reached the Star Evolution Realm, and his level of life was far above the women's, so they could no longer produce offspring through matters of cloud and rain.
This also meant that Lu Yuan no longer needed to take any precautions.
Last night, it had been Gu Li, who was peeping on Lu Yuan, who told him this.
"Sister Li really is... still playing the