[I had a little problem (My phone turned off, so obviously the alarm didn't go off. I slept for eight hours instead of the thirty minutes I'd planned. Accumulated fatigue is hell.)
Because of that, I only had time to prepare one 1,500-word chapter. Tomorrow I'll post five chapters to make up for it—sorry.]
Qingyi's eyes opened slowly, his heavy eyelids gradually giving way as he awoke.
He was in his bed, his vision clear from the very first moment, his deep purple eyes—like an endless cosmos—remaining serene.
Slowly, he turned his face down, his gaze resting on the woman sleeping on his chest. His fingers glided unhurriedly through her long green strands, each lock flowing between his fingertips like liquid silk.
Not far away, the sound of moving water reached his ears, mingled with the muffled laughter of the girls playing in the spiritual pool of the bathroom connected to the bedroom.
