Qie Xieling stirred, gradually surfacing from the depths of slumber. The warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the inn. As his consciousness returned, he felt an unusual warmth against his body. Peculiar, yet strangely comforting.
Opening his eyes, Qie Xieling's heart skipped a beat. There, lying beside him on the bed, was Luo Muchen, not the tiny dragon but a full-grown Luo Muchen.
The realisation struck him like a bolt of lightning. Only then did he finally remember where they were? It wasn't Luo Muchen but King Luo. Still, that didn't explain why he was here in bed with him.
In his sleep, Qie Xieling's leg was draped over King Luo's thigh, and his arms were wrapped around King Luo's chest as if they were lovers entwined in an embrace.
