The moment Xiao Yan woke up, he felt the softness in his arms. He felt none of the dizziness or weakness that came with sleeping for too long; instead, he was incomparably refreshed and full of vigor.
He slowly opened his eyes, a contented smile in his dark pupils, and looked down to find the beauty curled up in his embrace.
The Young Girl's soft pink hair spilled around her, while the torn fabric covering her body revealed a dazzling expanse of spring scenery. Her tightly shut eyes and even breathing added a trace of docility to her usual liveliness.
In his excellent mood, Xiao Yan could not help lowering his head and kissing her soft cheek.
"Mm..."
Liuli was clearly on the verge of waking, her sleep already quite shallow. Feeling the touch on her face, she let out a soft murmur, her willow brows knitting slightly as she buried her little face in the collar of Xiao Yan's clothes and rubbed against it, as though wiping her face.
Xiao Yan smiled warmly, only regretting that he did not have a Secret Method scroll capable of recording images. Otherwise, he definitely would have recorded this adorable moment.
But playfulness aside, the Young Girl's body was no longer in danger. It was time for him to handle serious matters.
Xiao Yan carefully pulled out the arm Liuli had been using as a pillow, slowly sat up, and removed his robe, draping it over the Young Girl's delicate body.
He swept his gaze around and saw that they were still inside the great hall from before they had fallen unconscious. Then he softly called out, "Senior Su."
As soon as the words fell, countless wisps of white mist like curling cooking smoke emerged around them. They slowly formed into a White