Song Yun looked at the joyous scene at home and suddenly felt a sense of warmth, far better than the oppressive atmosphere of being surrounded by a bunch of big men with Black Flood Dragon every day.
Comfortably seated on the sofa, Song Yun was indeed enjoying an Emperor Level treatment he normally couldn't get.
If he wanted water, someone would feed it to him; if he desired fruit, someone would peel it; and if his shoulders ached, Qingluan would even give them a rub for him. This was life! Oh, how I love life! If I could live like this every day, Song Yun thought, he could die ten years earlier without any regrets.
"Song Yun, why don't you just take a healing potion for yourself?" Qingluan said while massaging Song Yun's shoulders, looking at him puzzled.
