Yue Mingxuan had fallen into a deep sleep not long after returning to his room.
Although he had once been a battlefield medic, this body was still fragile.
Staying up late to dig herbs and walking around the market all day had left him completely exhausted.
Using a touch of internal energy, Shang Qinghua silently pushed open the door.
There on the bed lay Yue Mingxuan who is sprawled out in every direction sound asleep.
His loose night robe had ridden up slightly because of his careless sleeping posture, revealing a strip of pale smooth skin at his waist.
Under the faint moonlight, it looked almost too dazzling.
For a moment, Shang Qinghua found himself unable to look away.
A strange rare awkwardness filled his chest.
It was absurd that he, who had moved through countless beauties untouched was actually flustered by this sight.
