The entire palace, bathed in the afterglow, was tinged with a crimson hue.
Night had fallen.
The sounds within the room seed to have quieted for a while.
However, before long, ambiguous noises resud.
Continuing on into the deep of night.
The Maids had never seen such a scene before.
They began to worry—so, what should they do?
All they had ever cleaned up were corpses and debris; they had no idea what to do after the spring breeze had passed.
Prepare the male pet’s body for disposal?
Or... should they brew so ginseng soup for the male pet to replenish his drained body?
Well, in the impression of the Maids, their household’s fierce Sect Hierarch was the type who could last long, even in the matters of the bedchamber.
In the end, the one to be exhausted to death would not be the Sect Hierarch, but that male pet, Xiao Yu.
The following morning.
The Demon Palace’s gates were firmly closed.
Inside the room, there was no sound at all.
All was silent.
Until a slender hand reached out from the luxuriant and scarlet bed canopy, lifting the curtain.
Gradually, the things on the bed ca into focus.
Feng Yu’s loose hair was spread around; the air of sensual desire between his brows had vanished, replaced with his inherent cool aloofness.
Handso to a fault—one glance would make one feel that peaceful years must be just so.
His white inner garnt, loosely worn over his body.
His dark eyes slowly moved downwards, sweeping over soone in his embrace.
He was silent, his eyes downcast, seemingly deep in thought.
Suddenly, the person curled up in his arms, clinging to his chest, hands clutching his robe tightly.
Cheeks still flushed, yet to fade, and stained with the trails of fresh tears.
Swollen lips.
From the neck down, a trail of purplish love bites continued downwards.
Dot by dot spread across her delicate, porcelain-like skin.
She was only wrapped in a thin white bedsheet, stained with suspicious dampness.
Her unconscious actions while she slept displayed such trust in him, entrusting him with her entirety.
He raised his hand, gently touching her shoulder, then moving upwards, brushing over her artery to rest upon her head.
With just a little force right now...
She could be killed instantly.
The ruthless and omnipotent Sect Hierarch, hated by all, would be thoroughly erased from this world.
From his embrace, a tender and delicate voice erged
"Mmm..."
Su Yan shifted slightly, snuggling closer into Feng Yu’s embrace, as if seeking to nestle against this warm source of heat.
His gaze was obscure, and he ultimately sighed softly, casually playing with her hair.
Who knows how long it had been, the day was already well advanced.
At least it was approaching midday.
He watched the person in his arms still sleeping, looked closely at her, then leaned to her ear, his voice gentle,
"Sect Hierarch, Sect Hierarch?"
Su Yan moved her head slightly, feeling a tickle in her ear.
Then, once again, she heard that voice,
"Sect Hierarch, it’s well into the day."
After a while, Su Yan opened her eyes.
She blinked, observing her bare self and her small male pet’s disheveled clothes, his chest bearing her bite marks and scratches from her nails.
The scenes from the previous night began to flash through her mind.
In a mont, her eyes were clear.
Opening her mouth, her voice was a bit hoarse,
"You, you were under the influence of an aphrodisiac yesterday."
Feng Yu’s eyelids twitched, his voice soft and shallow, his thin lips slowly revealing,
"Sect Hierarch, no matter what happened last night, from now on, Xiao Yu is yours."
Su Yan listened, taking a while to react.
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