Princess Taihua's Mansion, Long Fei absorbed two Spirit Life Stones thoroughly overnight, feeling a peculiar sensation on his flesh.
Originally forged together, his flesh was now filled with threads.
He faintly sensed that the two cocoons inside possessed some sort of cultivation.
He did not harm the cocoons, but placed them in a pile of billions of Spirit Stones to nurture them.
As the day dawned, sunlight streamed into the room.
He stretched lazily and stood up, noticing Wang Xiaoya still lying in bed, looking comfortable and relaxed.
Long Fei sighed inwardly, thinking how nice it is to be a woman, only caring about eating, drinking, and dressing, with all the worrying left to men.
He was destined for a life of toil.
In the past, he might have considered crawling back into bed for a while.
Judging by last night's experience, attending class without getting oneself drunk was preferable.
