Morning sunlight spilled into the room, falling over the three intertwined figures and sketching out their faint, blurred outlines.
"How did it end up like this..." Ling Luochen slowly opened her gray eyes, her gaze still unfocused and hazy from sleep.
She had been full of anticipation last night, hoping to experience her beloved's gentle affection. Who could have known that Ma Xiaotao, that damned woman, would barge in and turn the tender, lingering atmosphere into something passionate and absurd.
The moment she recalled the ridiculous scenes from last night, Ling Luochen's fair little face flushed bright red. Especially when she sensed the wisp of Fallen Heart Flame child flame Xiao Yi had deliberately passed into her body to aid her cultivation—the scorching warmth flowing through her limbs and bones made her cheeks burn red enough to bleed.
"Bad guy, saying it was closer to the dantian here." Her little face puffed up in indignation. When her gaze fell on Xiao Yi's hand, habitually draped over Ma Xiaotao, irritation immediately rose in Ling Luochen's heart.
She carefully shifted her body, gently turning the supine Xiao Yi toward herself, then moved his hand onto her own body. Only after confirming the position suited her did she nestle contentedly into his embrace and settle into a comfortable pose.
Ling Luochen's series of movements woke Xiao Yi. He opened his eyes and met her watery gaze. The girl's brows and eyes had always been gentle and soft; now, with the corners of her eyes tinged red, she looked shy and tender, pitifully lovely and utterly endearing.
Seeing that Xiao Yi had awakened, a trace of bashfulness flashed through Ling Luochen's eyes, and she smiled, her eyes curving slightly.
Looking at her adorable appearance, Xiao Yi suddenly felt an urge to bully her. What