Duan Mingyuan felt that "The New Compilation of Monsters" still had plenty of room for updates, such as adding some direct descriptions of the Fox Demon.
With a soft waist that was gently curvable, one could smell a faint body fragrance each morning upon waking up, and sometimes the fluffy tail would gently curl around his calf. When all these elements came together, Duan Mingyuan could somewhat understand why the ancients would write verses like "From then on, the king did not start his morning court early."
Sometimes, just getting out of bed required great willpower.
Jiuyue lay with her eyes closed, her brows unfurled, her ornate dress crumpled with many wrinkles, and the exquisite Phoenix Crown placed on the bedside table.
But Duan Mingyuan had to get up.
Today, although there were no classes, he had prepared a lesson plan to discuss the Blood Sacrifice Ritual in detail with Chen Chou.
