Two days later.
The first light of dawn appeared.
In Nangong Yue's room, Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes, feeling a slight numbness in both arms.
He looked down, seeing his chest covered by a mass of black hair, and then looked around. Nangong Xue and Nangong Yue were each resting on one of his arms, half of their bodies draped over him, their brows showing traces of fatigue and pain.
Two identical, stunningly beautiful faces reminded Chen Mo of what had happened over the past two days.
Since that night, the three of them hadn't left the room, engaged in dual cultivation throughout.
Chen Mo sat up and looked around.
The room was in disarray; the tea set originally on the table was overturned on the floor, the long table was tilted, and clothes were scattered everywhere.
Only then did Chen Mo remember.
Their cultivation had not been confined solely to the bed...
Nangong Xue was a light sleeper; as Chen Mo sat up, she awakened.
