Night passed, and daylight gradually broke.
There was no warm sunlight spilling in, nor any tender, intimate scene. Within the sealed cultivation chamber, the sounds of cultivation continued without pause.
An unnatural flush lingered on Gu Yuena's cheeks. Her body trembled lightly, weak and limp all over as she swayed against the wall for support.
"Xiao Yi, you promised me half a day of freedom. Why is today's free time already gone?" Gu Yuena glared at Xiao Yi behind her, her face full of embarrassed anger.
"I'm seriously fulfilling your request." Xiao Yi spoke with righteous conviction. "The offspring you wanted—the opportunity for the Dragon Race's revival—is the most important matter at hand. Naturally, it has to take priority." His words were logical and well-founded, leaving Gu Yuena unable to refute him. She could only bite her lip tightly and hold back her voice.
Yet deep down, she felt faintly pleased with herself.
Xiao Yi was so hopelessly obsessed with her. In the end, she was the one holding the initiative; her current compromise was merely a gift bestowed upon a mortal.
This lengthy session of cultivation and adjustment did not completely end until noon.
Gu Yuena changed into a plain white dress, shedding her usual black-and-white robes.
She raised a hand and smoothed her long hair, tying it high to reveal her slender, elegant snow-white neck. With a black hair tie held between her lips, she swiftly made a high ponytail, adding a touch of crisp vitality to her usual coolness.
Xiao Yi watched her quietly, finding it rather novel.
By all rights, they should have remained opposed to one another, locked in a cold and distant stalemate. Even now, she had only been forced to compromise and submit.
Yet after their complete melding of souls, bodies, and hearts