Early morning, Mu You was awakened by the rhythmic ticking of his watch.
He opened his eyes, and the blinding light poured in; the sky in this world always stayed at noon.
The quilt in front of him was bulging, and as he moved his arm, a soft protest moan came from within.
Mu You lifted the blanket, revealing a warm and soft body curled in his arms, breathing evenly like a cat in deep slumber, her slightly tousled long hair scattered wantonly before them, its fresh fragrance made his heart ripple once more.
Mu You gently caressed the skin of the person in his arms, a sense of fulfillment rising within him.
Last night's passion between them wasn't a moment of impulse, but rather an emotion naturally expressed after a long time.
Their souls, once weary from time's torment, shed their fatigue in this night's embrace, finding new vitality.
