Preparations for the Plane War

Preparations for the Plane War

The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the stained glass window of the emperor's bedchamber and fell upon the plain white bed.

Light and shadow left mottled colors across the sheets, illuminating a scene of exquisite springtime beauty.

Ji Xun lay in the center of the bed with his eyes closed, enjoying this peaceful moment. Beside him were two soft, beautiful naked bodies.

Under the sunlight, their delicate skin glowed with an enticing white sheen.

The woman on his left had buried her head against Ji Xun's shoulder, hiding her face. Yet her beautiful silver hair cascaded over the pillow like a waterfall, reflecting dazzling silver light in the sun.

It was Chuyi.

Ji Xun had an arm around the sleeping White Queen.

A sudden whim made his lightly caressing right hand draw a dreamlike, reproachful murmur. "Mm?"

Feeling that the fellow beside her showed no sign of stopping and was instead growing increasingly brazen,

Chuyi did not even open her eyes.

Every morning, the fellow beside her was invariably full of enthusiasm.

She had long grown used to it.

Nan Jing on the other side had also awakened.

She likewise had no intention of getting up.

As the High Priest, she had a mountain of government affairs to handle every day.

Such leisure was rare.

Her head rested intimately against Ji Xun's chest, and even the blanket could not conceal her impressive figure.

She seemed to have guessed what was happening beneath the faintly stirring blanket and merely chuckled without a word.

The atmosphere was gentle and ambiguous.

Hearing that chuckle, Ji Xun's other hand did not remain idle either.

His fingers reached out and lightly gripped, enclosing only sixty or seventy percent of that soft fullness.

Yet it was already overwhelmingly supple.