Start of Summer, Morning Light

The morning light pierced through the clear clouds and cast a thin golden line on the floor through the half-open floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom.

A slight breeze, carrying a hint of moisture, gently rustled the persimmon tree outside the window.

On the bed, the blankets rose and fell gently with their steady breathing.

Lu Yan was the first to wake up. He instinctively reached out to rub his temples, but stopped abruptly when he felt a soft mass in his arms.

He looked down and saw Aemeath curled up in his arms.

Aemeath was fast asleep, her eyelashes casting shadows on her eyelids, and her own sweet fragrance wafted from her breath.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his face, Lu Yan's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to last night.

That repression, orchestrated by her, was called a reckoning.

Recalling the image of her straddling him, scrutinizing him with her golden eyes that were always full of smiles, and then forcefully pressing his hands above his head as she moved... Lu Yan couldn't help but smile.

This was the first time in over twenty years that he had completely handed over control of himself to another person.

That feeling of being gently embraced and indulged by her is simply addictive.

However, what surprised Lu Yan the most was his current physical condition.

Based on years of experience with manual labor, after last night's intense physical exertion, I should have been exhausted this morning.

But quite the opposite.

Lu Yan tried moving his shoulders and arms, and instead of feeling any soreness or discomfort, he felt an unprecedented lightness and energy.

Her five senses seemed to have become more acute; she could even clearly hear the faint sound of leaves rustling in the wind in the courtyard outside the window.

His gaze fell on Aemeath's smoothly rising and falling body.

This must be related to Aemeath. Could it be that getting stronger through sex? (PS: Actually, it's about resonating with Aemeath's Frequency. My stomach felt uncomfortable after eating Aemeath's first meal, but it had an effect during my first kiss. At that time, I attributed it to psychological effects.)

Just as Lu Yan was still pondering, Aemeath stirred in his arms.

"Mmm..." Aemeath let out a soft, sweet moan, as if protesting the glare of the sunlight.

She buried her face deeper into Lu Yan's neck, her warm breath spraying onto his Adam's apple, the sudden tickling sensation causing his Adam's apple to move involuntarily.

"Are you awake?" Lu Yan's voice was gentle, as he had just woken up.

He reached out and gently stroked her back.

Aemeath slowly opened her eyes, her misty gaze focusing on Lu Yan's face.

The domineering queen of last night has vanished; now, all that remains for her is sweetness and happiness.

"A-Yan ~ Good morning~"

After greeting him, Aemeath placed a good morning kiss on his cheek.

"Good morning." Lu Yan lowered his head to kiss her forehead, his fingers habitually running through her pink hair. "Are you hungry? I'll get up and make breakfast. The beef sauce I brought back hasn't been opened yet."

He was just about to throw off the covers and get up when a soft little hand gently pressed against his chest.

Aemeath used the strength of her arms to prop herself up.

Aemeath looked down at him again, a sly smile on her face, "You performed very well last night, so you don't need to work hard today. Let Her Majesty the Queen reward you properly."

Lu Yan was amused by her smug look, as if she had gotten a good deal but was still acting innocent.

He didn't insist anymore, and lay back down on the pillow, putting his hands behind his head. "Alright, then thank you for your trouble, Your Majesty."

Aemeath threw back the covers and casually pulled a large white shirt that Lu Yan had changed out of the night before from the foot of the bed and put it on.

For Aemeath's tall figure, the shirt barely covered the upper part of her thighs, not enough to conceal her tantalizingly white skin. As she moved, glimpses of her breasts appeared, adding to her allure.

She slipped on her slippers and hummed a lighthearted tune as she walked out of the bedroom.

Before long, the sound of pots and pans clattering came from the kitchen, followed by a rich aroma of soy sauce mixed with the fragrance of noodles, which wafted down the hallway into the bedroom.

The two sat facing each other at a sun-drenched dining table.

Those two simple bowls of plain noodles looked especially tempting because they were covered with large chunks of beef and glistening red oil sauce.

"Try it! I made it exactly according to the proportions my aunt taught me!" Aemeath, resting her chin on her hands and looking at Lu Yan with expectant eyes.

Lu Yan picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The rich flavor of the beef and the smooth texture of the noodles spread across his tongue.

He looked up, meeting Aemeath's expectant gaze, and didn't hold back his praise, "It's delicious, very similar, and has your own unique style."

A simple breakfast becomes incredibly heartwarming because of each other's company.

After dinner, the two of them stood side by side in front of the living room's French windows, holding their water glasses, looking out at the clean but somewhat empty courtyard.

Apart from the existing greenery and the motion-sensor floor lamp in the corner, part of the lawn in the yard is still unused.

Aemeath leaned on Lu Yan's shoulder, her gaze sweeping around the yard, and suddenly spoke up, "A-Yan, shall we plant some flowers in the yard?"

"Planting flowers?" Lu Yan turned his head to look at her.

"Yes!" Aemeath sat up straight, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She pointed to an empty spot in the yard. "Look, it's all empty there. As I said before, this is our home."

"Since this is our home, we should make it full of life."

She turned around, wrapped her arms around Lu Yan's waist, and pressed herself tightly against him. "I want to plant flowers all over this place. Watching them sprout from seeds, slowly grow, and bloom is like watching our lives gradually become richer."

Lu Yan's heart felt as if it were enveloped by a warm stream of water.

Looking at the expectation in the girl's eyes, he softly agreed, "Okay, whatever you say. What kind of flowers do you want to plant?"

"Let's go to the flower market first!" Aemeath smiled brightly and pulled Lu Yan towards the bedroom.