Dawn Sword Qi Ushers in Spring - Flowers greeted the old road, memories of past and present wounded the soul

"Was I dreaming?"

When he first woke in the morning, his eyes were bleary, and everything around him looked hazy, as though covered by a thin veil. A few wisps of milky morning mist drifted past, hovering before his eyes and steeping the scene in an ambiguous hue.

I must have been dreaming.

Xing Yan closed his eyes again.

Yet although his eyes were shut and he could no longer see that absurd, inconceivable sight, the rounded fullness filling his palm, and the vigorous heat that danced ceaselessly like a flame, kept reminding him:

This probably was not a dream.

His dazed thoughts did not last long. Just as his heart began pounding wildly, he felt someone press down on the back of his hand. That soft, resilient fullness surged against it, accompanied by a rush of scorching warmth. At that, Xing Yan could bear it no longer, and his eyes flew open.

Now he was certain he was not dreaming.

The wilful little demon he had abducted was flushed scarlet, staring at him without blinking. Tender light rippled in her bright violet eyes, as though water might drip from them.

"..."

His extraordinary spiritual perception gave Xing Yan some idea of what had happened. In his fluster, he could think of nothing else; he only felt his face escape his control as hot blood surged up and set it blazing red. Perhaps his blood really was more vigorous than most, for the few drops of morning dew that had gathered on his face in his sleep instantly turned into a wisp of white vapor and floated up to join the surrounding mist.

This sensual moment had come so suddenly, yet the youth did not dare lower his gaze at all. The maiden's lovely face, which propriety had once forbidden