The next day.
Sunlight passed through the latticed windows and fell across the palace floor, like clusters of luminous flowers, or spots of light spilled there by accident.
On the bed, the bedding lay in disarray. A man and a dragon slept in each other's embrace, their sleeping faces peaceful and warm.
Shen Yangge's dragon tail lay beneath the top of Chu Xuanzhen's thigh, but he hadn't noticed at all and was still sleeping soundly.
Chu Xuanzhen's hair was tousled, his elegant lashes lowered, his thin, cool lips pressed together. Whatever he was dreaming about had drawn his brows into a slight frown.
His hand unconsciously held the dragon coiled around him.
Scattered across the floor, the half-cut candles and oil lamps rolled gently in the breeze blowing through the window, tapping against a table leg. The faint sound echoed through the palace.
It was like the first call announcing morning, waking Shen Yangge from his dead sleep on the bed. He stirred and cracked one eye open, then opened both.
The brightness made him uncomfortable, and he closed them again.
Once he had fully adjusted, his golden dragon eyes settled on Chu Xuanzhen.
Then his expression changed drastically!
Holy shit.
What was going on?
Why was his dragon body inside Chu Xuanzhen's clothes? This made no sense. No sense at all!
Shen Yangge went rigid, not daring to move a muscle. He had never been this close to Chu Xuanzhen before, so close that his scales pressed against the other man's skin.
And he could feel that his dragon tail...
Was at Chu Xuanzhen's thigh***.
What kind of earth-shattering shock was this?
Shen Yangge's whiskers were practically tangling together, but the other person on the bed slept peacefully, oblivious to everything.
At some point, the bedding had been kicked