The next day, when Mu Anhan woke up early in the morning, she was in the house on the small island.
A large floor-to-ceiling window offered a panoramic view of the seaside scenery.
Late spring and early summer, the morning sun was radiant.
Despite the glass, as it bathed her body, she felt a warmth spreading through.
As soon as she moved, she felt the strong arms behind her hold her even tighter.
"My lady, sleep a little longer."
The man's voice came over.
Mu Anhan giggled, "Hubby, is the play not over yet?"
Gu Xiaozhan kissed her snow-white nape, making her tingle with a sensation, but she did not shy away; instead, she snuggled closer to him.
She remembered last night in the fox's den, how she, the "battle-hardened" fox spirit, taught the inexperienced scholar.
And this scholar could truly win a Best Acting award, letting her control the entire rhythm and allowing her to freely express herself as a true queen.
