Inside the Immortal Shadow Hall, an additional leisure lounge couch appeared without notice, with cyan silk curtains hanging down around it, concealing the interior scene.
Some strange scents wafted through the grand hall.
On the leisure lounge couch lay Lu Ye, with warmth and softness in his arms, Su Yuqing curled up against him like a small cat.
Since the day the doors of the Immortal Shadow Hall closed, it had already been three days to the present day.
For a full three days, there had been no verbal communication, but Lu Ye felt that his counseling and persuasion must have borne some fruit, as evident from Su Yuqing's physical responses.
He had made great efforts and could be said to have accomplished much.
On his chest, long eyelashes quivered a few times, and the curled-up person stirred.
"Awake?" Lu Ye looked down.
He met Su Yuqing's gaze and saw her smile softly.
