The next day, Liuli groggily opened her eyes. Her slightly vacant gaze still held the confusion of someone not fully awake, and she let out a soft moan.
"Morning!"
A somewhat deep voice sounded behind the Young Girl. As she gradually came to her senses, she smiled faintly and leaned back into the black-haired Young Man's chest, feeling the warmth of his body.
"What time is it? Aren't you tired?" Liuli swatted away Xiao Yan's hand, which was wrapped around her but starting to misbehave, and said with slight reproach.
A year apart was nothing to Dou Saints like them, who lived for thousands of years, but a brief separation only made reunion sweeter than a wedding night. Xiao Yan had shown no restraint last night, and she had been tormented until she lost consciousness at some unknown hour.
All she could say was that the harem protagonist's combat power was far too strong. Especially when all that combat power was focused on one person—it was simply terrifying!
Liuli's pretty face flushed crimson. Unconsciously, she rubbed her soft, supple lower abdomen, and a trace of gloom flashed through her eyes.
With that much, and after doing it who knew how many times, her belly still showed no sign of movement. Yet Cai Lin had succeeded in one shot...
"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Yan noticed the change in the Young Girl's mood. He gently rested his chin atop her head and asked softly.
"Nothing." Liuli's expression immediately returned to normal, and a smile appeared on her lovely face. "Get up quickly. The people from every clan have been in the Jian Realm for several days already. Today is when the formal meeting begins."
Xiao Yan did not think much of it and nodded lightly.
After the young couple