At dawn, morning light leaked through the gaps in the window lattice, casting a slender streak of gold across the bed.
Gu Linyuan opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ah Yin's peacefully sleeping face.
Her long lashes cast a faint shadow beneath her eyes. Her breathing was even and deep, her nostrils fluttering slightly, and her entire body carried the bone-deep looseness and languor of someone thoroughly satisfied after a night of indulgence.
She was still wearing the pure-white bridal gown from last night.
Only, it was no longer intact.
A long tear ran through the skirt, splitting from the outside of her thigh all the way to her waist, exposing broad stretches of snow-white skin and shocking bruises beneath.
Her shoulders, collarbones, and even the insides of her wrists were covered in marks of varying shades.
Blue, purple, red—they overlapped one another, silently telling of last night's madness.
As a life-aligned plant Soul Beast, Ah Yin could easily restore herself to perfect condition, yet last night she had completely sealed her own Soul Power, allowing those marks to remain on her body.
She understood that leaving those marks behind would only drive Gu Linyuan crazier.
Sometimes, men were all crazed and violent.
Someone like Gu Linyuan, a special existence with half the bloodline of the Dragon Clan, was even more so.
The thin blanket barely rested around her waist, concealing the most crucial areas while making the exquisite curves of her body all the more distinct.
Her waist was slender enough to be grasped in one hand, but below it, her figure suddenly became lush and full. Even in sleep, that plump curve exuded an air of ultimate maturity, like a perfectly ripe peach—round, firm, and bursting with juice.
Gu Linyuan propped himself up on