Chen Changsheng walked up to the bed and pushed through the blankets. The distinct feel transmitted through his fingertips reminded him that he should probably change to thicker blankets…yes, because the weather was getting colder with the autumn?
Mo Yu opened her eyes, waking from her sleep. She plucked the plugs of velvet from her ears, sat up, and stretched. Yawning, she got up as if no one was around, seating herself in front of the bronze mirror to tidy her appearance. She combed her hair and then washed her face of any leftover makeup.
She once more displayed the mystical techniques of a Star Condensation expert—several balls of water spontaneously appeared around her slender finger, glimmering in the sunlight like precious gems.
As he watched her softly place those spheres of water upon her face and carefully knead them, Chen Changsheng could not help but shake his head.
