"Are you coming or not? If you're not, I'm leaving."
Seeing Yang Yuan looking at her in surprise, Zhao Jiayan hesitated a bit and thought about leaving.
"Of course, I'm coming. Let's begin then."
Yang Yuan smiled and held Zhao Jiayan's hand: "Adjust your breathing."
Although they've never done this before, since they're both heavenly beings, their insight far exceeds that of ordinary people. They quickly figured out what to do.
The two stood silently in the starry sky, their bodies moving with the massive asteroid, remaining relatively still.
About half a minute later, Zhao Jiayan seemed to fall asleep, while Yang Yuan discovered he could control her body and even feel her sensations.
Aside from the strange physical sensations, there was a sense of ability.
A feeling of heavenly incompleteness surfaced in his mind.
It felt as if everything, except himself, was incomplete, was fragmented.
Even himself, it seemed there was a vague sense of incompleteness.
