The day after Nie Li and the others emerged from the Heavenly Illusion Sacred Realm, the sun had just climbed above the window frame. Warm threads of light slipped through the gauze curtains and fell upon the two figures sleeping in each other's arms.
Yun Tian still held Ling'er in the crook of his arm, his breathing deep and steady as he slept soundly. The door curtain stirred gently as Yang Xin tiptoed inside. Seeing the figure still lingering in bed, she shook her head helplessly. She bent down, her fingertips barely touching Yun Tian's arm as she prepared to wake him, when his lashes fluttered. He opened his eyes, recognized her, and gave her wrist a sharp tug-Yang Xin cried out as he pulled her straight onto the bed.
The commotion woke Ling'er beside him. Her lashes trembled, but she kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to open them. She knew all too well that the moment she did, Yun Tian would drag her into another round of "morning exercise."
But how could that little scheme of Ling'er's escape Yun Tian? He swept out his long arm and pulled her over as well.
"Husband, don't..." Ling'er's voice was as soft as cotton.
Soon, all that could be heard outside the room was a flurry of smacking sounds mingled with broken gasps, shattering the morning's tranquility.
Only when the sun hung high overhead and noon approached did Yun Tian finally stop, thoroughly satisfied. Looking down at Ling'er and Yang Xin, both glistening with fragrant sweat in his arms, he felt that this life was truly as blissful as an immortal's.
Yang Xin peeked out from beneath the brocade quilt, half her face flushed and her breathing still unsteady. "Husband, I came to discuss something with you." "Oh? What is