Was the Room He Arranged Nice, or Was the Person Inside-Whom He Had Specially Arranged-Even Better?

The brocade quilt was draped casually over her shoulders, exposing half of her fair, delicate collarbone.

The collar of her bathrobe hung slightly open, her skin as white as snow, so translucent under the soft morning light that it seemed almost to glow.

The sight of a beautiful woman lazily waking up was breathtakingly alluring.

Ma Xiaotao stared straight at Li Changqing, her eyes holding a tenderness and longing that even she had not noticed. She spoke softly, "Changqing, I've never slept so peacefully before."

Her tone was gentle, carrying a sincere sense of emotion.

"Every night before, the evil fire inside me would surge up, making my chest burn unbearably. Even if I forced it down, I still couldn't sleep night after night. I was tortured every moment. But last night..."

She lowered her head slightly, her fingers gently clutching the brocade quilt in front of her. Her voice softened further. "Last night, staying by your side, I didn't feel hot at all. I slept especially deeply."

After speaking, she raised her eyes again. Her bright gaze fixed on Li Changqing, carrying a little probing, a little dependence, and a trace of attraction she could not conceal. "Your aura seems naturally capable of suppressing my evil fire."

Seeing the sincerity in her eyes, Li Changqing understood.

He possessed a top-tier inheritance. His Soul Power was pure and flawless, naturally capable of purification and suppressing evil.

Ma Xiaotao's evil fire was a violent and sinister power. Upon encountering his origin aura, it would naturally be forcibly suppressed and soothed.

He explained blandly, "It's merely an attribute restraint between Soul Powers. Nothing unusual."

His tone was calm and offhand, without the slightest hint of pride.

But to Ma Xiaotao, it meant something entirely different.

Nothing unusual?

What was an insignificant commonplace