In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.
Jiang Lan felt something soft against him and suddenly woke with a start.
Only then did he realize that he was actually lying in Shen Qingqiu's bed.
He froze for a moment before his senses returned, and he remembered that he had stayed in Shen Qingqiu's room all night. At some point, he had fallen asleep leaning against the bed.
He turned his head to look beside him.
As though sensing his movement, Shen Qingqiu woke as well.
He burrowed a little deeper into Jiang Lan's arms.
"You're awake?"
"Mm," he answered, his voice slightly muffled.
Jiang Lan asked,
"Want to sleep a little longer?"
"No." Shen Qingqiu's breath fell warmly against Jiang Lan's chest. "You must be exhausted, though. I'll go cook. You get some sleep."
How could Jiang Lan let Shen Qingqiu go cook at a time like this?
Cooking something up right here would be more like it.
Of course, he only thought that to himself.
Honestly, although he wanted to do that sort of thing, he didn't know whether Shen Qingqiu was ready.
So he still couldn't rush it.
He tightened his arms, drawing Shen Qingqiu closer.
"No rush. Let's lie here a while."
Shen Qingqiu's body was a little hot, but he didn't refuse.
Jiang Lan continued,
"How does your body feel?"
When the conversation turned to serious matters, Shen Qingqiu finally raised his head, slowly spreading and curling his fingers as though feeling something.
"It's different," Shen Qingqiu said. "My meridians have widened considerably, and my spiritual qi circulates much more smoothly than before. That sluggish feeling from before has almost completely disappeared."
Jiang Lan was delighted to hear that.
As long as it worked.
He smiled and said,
"That's right. As long as