At some point she stopped counting the hours.
At another point she stopped caring.
Unfortunately, Wu Chaochang remained full of energy.
His enthusiasm was almost offensive.
When Ye Chen finally thought the ordeal was over, he somehow found reasons to continue lingering.
His shamelessness possessed a level of persistence that would have impressed even seasoned cultivators.
Eventually, however, the morning came to an end and it was already noon.
Wu Chaochang finally rose from the bed.
Unlike Ye Chen, who looked completely drained, he appeared refreshed and satisfied.
After casually adjusting his clothes, he turned toward her with a smug grin.
"I'll come again tomorrow."
The words nearly made Ye Chen want to throw something at him.
Unfortunately, moving even a finger felt like a monumental task.
Wu Chaochang either failed to notice or simply did not care.
"You'd better keep your mouth shut about this."
His tone carried an obvious threat.
