Comforted by his Dao Companion, Pei Yuhang gradually steadied his mind.
He lay in Liyuan's arms, his head resting on his Dao Companion's warm, soft thighs. "I'm sorry, Liyuan..." he whispered. "I woke you."
Hearing this, a look of displeasure crossed Ye Liyuan's pretty face.
She started squishing Pei Yuhang's cheeks as if he were made of clay, twisting the Sword Immortal's cold, handsome face into all sorts of funny expressions.
"You silly Ah Han! What's our relationship? And you're still being so formal with me!"
"You rascal. And here you are, pretending to be a gentleman? Weren't you just teasing me before we fell asleep...?"
"Anyway, it's only natural for me to be good to you. You don't need to thank me! It's just like... just like how you're always good to me, never asking for anything in return."
Ye Liyuan said with a pout, as if she felt that Ah Han being so formal was an insult to her.
