As Shen Yu finally finished his release, he looked down to find that Yilan had drifted into a deep, exhausted unconsciousness, her body completely spent from the overwhelming intensity of their union.
Though the fire in his blood had not fully cooled, his length still turgid and demanding, he felt no desire to continue.
To him, she was not a mere vessel, the pleasure was in her response, her gasps, and the way her eyes sought his. Taking her while she was lost to sleep held no appeal for a man who sought to own her soul as much as her flesh.
With a slow, careful withdrawal that left Yilan stirring only slightly, he moved his hand to her abdomen. He channeled a thread of Qi into her dantian to inspect the damage.
A look of grim satisfaction crossed his face, nearly 34% of her shattered Golden Core had been meticulously mended, the fractures now humming with a faint, new vitality.
