Yan Ye did not know that his four magical beasts had long learned the art of human intrigue. He returned to the bedchamber, descending from the sky in the distance, his footsteps touching the ground without making any sound. The light and even breaths of Beiting Huang whispered in his ear, calming his slightly anxious heart.
His woman had already fallen asleep. Although she had not waited for him, the fact that she was sleeping in his bed was already a form of waiting.
His steps became even lighter, as if gliding through the air yet causing no disturbance to the energy around, not even a sensation like that of a breeze. Yan Ye silently approached the bedside, his clothes draping off him and falling away, clad only in his equally white undergarment, he sat down at the edge of the bed, then lay down beside Beiting Huang.
