The next morning, the weather was bright and clear.
Sunlight streamed through the window gauze into the room. Birds chirped outside, and a breeze brushed the treetops with a soft rustle.
Only one night and half a day had passed in the outside world, but who knew how much time had gone by in Yan Fei's bedroom?
The large bed was a complete mess, the brocade quilt in disarray and the pillows askew. One had even fallen to the floor.
The two Supreme God Kings, Moon God and Yan Fei, had seemed to go mad "yesterday," "tormenting" Zhao Linchuan.
They were both so desperate for a child that they were practically obsessed.
As they put it, "In the worlds we came from, we'd have been thrown out by our husbands' families long ago if we'd been married this long without getting pregnant."
They'd said it jokingly, but their urgency was real.
Zhao Linchuan was rather helpless about it. He was caught between pain and pleasure.
If he had to call it pain, the sensation had certainly been exquisite.
But if he called it pleasure, two God Kings taking turns at him were a little too much, even for his iron-hard body.
The tightly shut door opened slowly, and Zhao Linchuan came out shoulder to shoulder with Yan Fei and Moon God.
Moon God walked at the front. Gone was her usual cool, ethereal air; now she seemed languid, like a satisfied cat.
She stretched, sunlight falling across her face and bathing it in a soft glow.
"The weather's so nice today." Her voice was lazy, with a hint of casual ease. "Take us out to enjoy the scenery."
"Oh?" Zhao Linchuan looked at her with a teasing smile. "What's put you in the mood to go out today, Moon God?"