Time passed, who knows how long.
Perhaps ten minutes, perhaps an hour, or maybe even four hours?
Xiao Yi, slowly awoke amidst a gentle breeze.
He looked up.
The small hands that had been gently massaging his shoulders had stopped, but they still rested on his shoulders.
The person had also fallen asleep with eyes closed.
Kneeling there, head slightly bowed.
In that moment, their faces were that close, face-to-face.
Xiao Yi could clearly see her breathtakingly beautiful face.
He could vividly feel her slightly warm breath.
In that instant, Xiao Yi's mind was stirred, feeling a tinge of impulsiveness.
But looking at her endearing expression, her tightly closed beautiful eyes, and the lips slightly curling as if dreaming a sweet dream.
Xiao Yi restrained his impulses, unwilling to disturb her.
Slightly raised his head, moving away from her lap.
A gentle spiritual energy slowly enveloped her.
