The next morning, at the break of dawn, a few rays of morning light slipped through the window lattice, quietly spilling into a room in the rear courtyard of Sikong Temple.
Lying on the bed, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually coming into focus.
Gazing at the familiar rafters overhead, Xiao Mo knew he was back at Sikong Temple.
As Xiao Mo tried to recall the events of the previous night, a sharp pain shot through his head, causing his brows to furrow.
Once the stinging pain subsided slightly, the memories of the previous night flooded his mind.
He remembered with crystal clarity the scenes he had experienced before falling unconscious.
Even Tushan Jing Ci's sheer clothing and her exquisite figure.
The yielding softness of her body as she sat in his lap.
The sweet, virginal scent that had lingered around his nose.
Every detail was etched into his mind, unforgettable.
Xiao Mo couldn't help but sigh to himself.
