By the time she slowly woke up, she had already missed breakfast.
The man's warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered a soft, "Morning." Wen Qian murmured a reply, then closed her eyes and stretched languidly.
She glanced at the clock on the wall before turning to hug the man tightly, savoring the chance to laze about in bed.
Outside the ancient castle, the sun hung high in the sky, its rays scorching hot.
In the camp, the Wolf Clan Beastmen were training diligently.
The Attendants had prepared a fresh, elaborate breakfast for Wen Qian and Chi Heng. After receiving permission, they brought the meal into the room.
Wen Qian had already changed into a set of light clothes. The style was very similar to what she usually wore, but the fine craftsmanship and comfortable fabric far surpassed any of her old garments.
The Wolf Clan's territory was far more vast than Wen Qian had imagined.
