The room lay bathed in the tender glow of early morning, the soft light filtering through the cracks between the curtains that swayed gently with the breeze. Xu Feng lay still in bed, his silver hair fanned out on the pillow, gently contrasting to the muted colors of the room.
The dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, casting a warm, ethereal glow on the world. It was a new day, and all the shame from the day before was now a day behind.
But somehow, a faint tinge of shame colored his thoughts as he lingered in the realm between sleep and wakefulness.
To his right, the space beside him was void of warmth, a telltale sign that Xuan Jian had risen ahead of him. However, the left side of the bed was not empty at all.
With a hesitant touch, Xu Feng's hand unconsciously traced the curve of his full belly, which was evident even beneath the covers.
