Warmth with Liu Erlong

The next morning.

Morning light pierced through the half-open window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow across the bedroom.

A light breeze brushed past, and the gauze curtains drifted slowly like flowing water.

Dai Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes. Before his mind had fully cleared, he already felt the warm, soft body in his arms.

Liu Erlong lay on her side beside him, her head pillowed on his arm, her whole body curled into his embrace, her sleeping face peaceful.

Morning light traced the soft contours of her face, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows beneath her eyes, trembling lightly with her breathing.

Her black hair spread across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her fair cheeks, glowing softly in the morning light.

Dai Chengfeng did not move. He simply watched her quietly.

At this moment, Liu Erlong had shed her usual forcefulness and sharp edges, like a cat that had tucked away its claws, lazy and docile.

She slept very deeply, her breathing steady and long, the corners of her lips slightly raised, as if she was having a good dream.

The collar of her sleepwear had loosened slightly in her sleep, revealing a delicate stretch of clavicle and faintly visible curves. Morning light coated her skin in a pale gold halo, so beautiful it made one hold their breath.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up in Dai Chengfeng's heart.

He gently raised his other hand and brushed the back of his fingers ever so lightly across her cheek, the motion so tender it was as if he feared disturbing a beautiful dream.

In her sleep, Liu Erlong unconsciously nuzzled his hand, let out a vague murmur, and shrank farther into his arms.

This woman, when awake, was a mighty figure whose power shook a region,