Finally, there was a stable bed to sleep in. Even though the Three Corpses had been severed, leaving only two, and Chen Yi's heart was free from the desire for indulgent pleasure, he still couldn't resist staying in bed. The fine lady beside him tried several times to rise and meditate, but was pulled back by him each time.
When there was no need to rise early to make breakfast, Chen Yi liked to embrace the woman he cherished and enjoy the moment, even if only for the duration of one or two incense sticks.
Yin Weiyin was helpless, merely approaching gently, nestling close to him.
The sunlight wrapped around the paper window, filling the bedroom with a gentle whiteness—not too bright, nor gloomy, just the kind of light most suitable for the eyes in the morning. Chen Yi felt at ease; although he was not as vocal as Yin Weiyin about Miss Donggong, he was nonetheless slightly dissatisfied.
