The mother and daughter stepped into the courtyard, Yang Cancan leading her mother straight toward her own bedroom.
Su Nuanyue hesitated, her voice laced with anxiety. "Xiao Yue hasn't woken up yet, has he? How can I just walk in there?"
"Don't worry," Cancan giggled. "The guy is sleeping like a log. Nothing could wake him up now."
Su Nuanyue considered this. Though Wang Yue was a formidable martial artist, sleep was a different matter entirely. After his heroic exertions the previous night, he had to be exhausted. He was likely in a deep, dead sleep.
More importantly, she felt a surge of anticipation for the "good thing" her daughter had promised. It was clear these two youngsters were trying to lure her into their world. She wondered—could it be exactly what she was thinking?
Following her daughter inside, she saw that Wang Yue was indeed fast asleep under a thin blanket. His handsome face was serene, showing no trace of the raw, predatory power he displayed in bed.
