The next day, Xia Chu woke up and it was almost eleven o'clock.
She still felt drowsy, her whole body sore and weak, and all she wanted to do was to collapse on the bed and keep sleeping until the end of time.
As it happened, Huo Xiyao came out of the walk-in closet, already brimming with vitality, and even more maddeningly, he had already changed into his clothes. Dressed in a custom-made suit, he looked every inch the elite with a restrained air, and he would fit right in at any forum or summit he chose to attend.
Xia Chu couldn't help but hum, "How is it that after an entire night of... what we did, I'm half-dead, but you seem even more energized? Spill it, have you actually been practicing some evil 'Yin Harvesting and Yang Replenishing' martial arts?"
Huo Xiyao had truly feasted to his heart's content the previous night.
