The Rakshasa God Wants to Stir Up Trouble

The next morning, the sun shone brightly.

"Mmm... so comfortable..."

Qian Renxue stretched lazily and slowly opened her eyes. The soft, smooth blanket slipped from her bare shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

At that moment, Yun Chen also groggily opened his eyes beside her. He instinctively wrapped an arm around Qian Renxue's waist and pulled her back into his embrace.

"Mmm... you're awake?"

Qian Renxue had been pulled back beneath the covers. With a hint of coquettish complaint, she stroked Yun Chen's cheek in his arms.

"I'm not awake. I want to sleep a little longer."

"Sleep with me a little longer."

Yun Chen buried his head in the hollow of Qian Renxue's neck, inhaling her delicate fragrance in utter contentment.

Qian Renxue did not know whether to laugh or cry. To be honest, although she was older than Yun Chen, he had always taken the lead in their relationship.

And Yun Chen rarely showed such childlike greed.

"Mmm... be good... I still have official matters in the Heaven Dou Empire to handle, and there are meetings I need to attend. Once I'm done, I'll come keep you company, alright?"

Qian Renxue gently stroked Yun Chen's head, though her hand still pressed him firmly against her chest.

If Yun Chen had to give an assessment right now, it would definitely be: he was intoxicated by the fragrance.

"Alright..."

Yun Chen shook his head and became a little more awake.

Yesterday's battle had indeed been rather intense. One only had to look at the state of Qian Renxue's bedroom—their clothes were scattered all over the floor.

There were also quite a few torn strips and scraps of fabric strewn about.

It was a complete mess, proof of a fierce battle.

Yun Chen yawned.

He lightly patted Qian Renxue's