Room 602, the bedroom. Fan Qiyu slowly opened her eyes as she lay flat on the soft, bouncy bed.
She subconsciously reached out but didn't touch the familiar lover beside her, and a sudden pang of fear struck her.
MEOW.
Fan Qiyu blinked, seeing Black Bell jump onto the bed beside her pillow and affectionately rub against her. She relaxed and sat up, laughing as she petted Black Bell, who curled up on her lap, warm and well-behaved.
She remembered that Yi Zhao was probably at the combat training ground tonight, honing his spells.
To take care of her, Yi Zhao had naturally quit his job at the Tactical Bureau. The workload there was immense. Aside from a few like Qiao Muyi who could handle it easily, most captain-level cultivators were much like Yu Kuangtu: they barely had time for socializing and had to rush straight to cultivation after work. Taking care of themselves was tough enough, let alone someone else.
