The next day, Marianne woke up from a deep sleep.
She couldn't help but stretch comfortably, letting out a coquettish moan.
It had been so long, so long, so long since she had slept so well.
So long that she almost forgot what it felt like to sleep until dawn.
But today, she was no longer disturbed by nightmares or awakened by the Black Fog Beast's engulfment. All thanks to the master behind it, who is in dream communion with the crafty Li Lingzhen.
Marianne blushed and, surprisingly, didn't angrily reprimand him, a behavior clearly deemed disrespectful beyond a slave's bounds.
Han Zhan was still sleeping soundly.
Watching his peaceful profile, Marianne naturally overlaid him with the hero who saved her once again in her dreams.
Although she knew full well, they couldn't be the same person.
"A scholar... huh?"
"Perhaps, I should give you a more fitting position."
Just as she was thinking, Marianne suddenly took a breath.
