Early the next morning, Lin Yu'an's powerful biological clock woke him up at six o'clock sharp.
The sky outside remained as dark as ink, though the distant aurora had already disappeared.
The heating system was still working, the fireplace embers had long since died out, leaving a hint of nighttime chill in the air.
He could hear the calm and peaceful breathing of Aliya and Emily beside him, a sound more soothing than any music in the world.
Without disturbing them, he quietly got up, wearing only a pair of fleece pants, and went downstairs bare-chested.
The passion and buttery hotpot from last night had either replenished his depleted energy or had been consumed again, but a long-lost feeling of strength was slowly returning.
Today is Christmas Eve, and he needs to ride a snowmobile to Hank's house to retrieve some items he had left there.
Around 7:30, Lin Yu'an returned from Hank's house with all the items he had prepared and placed them in the storage room.
