The seventy-fifth day of the Great Chaos.
Chen Mo was awakened by the sound of rain before dawn. The raindrops pattered against the tent, and as he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but feel his body was somewhat fatigued.
"Damn. The dual cultivation these past two days has been too frequent and numerous; I need to restrain myself a bit."
Chen Mo slightly rose and leaned on the pillow, glancing to the side.
Jiang Ruoqing was different from his other women. Unlike Luo Zhen, Ye Wanqiu, or even Xiao Yunxi, who all enjoyed cuddling with him after cloud and rain, basking in the warmth, and liked to stay in his embrace if they slept over.
However, Jiang Ruoqing didn't need such warmth. After the applause, she lay beside him, quite like a scoundrel woman who puts on her pants and leaves after eating and wiping clean.
