Sun Zhe and Xia Shiqing's engravings continued until after two in the morning before finally concluding.
Although Sun Zhe still had the will to fight, feeling he could battle another three hundred rounds, Xia Shiqing was utterly exhausted and swollen, having no choice but to cuddle and sleep.
The next day.
When Sun Zhe awoke in Xia Shiqing's bedchamber, it was already past nine in the morning.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the exquisite Empress Consort at the dressing table applying makeup.
Her graceful jade body was entirely unclad; the two snowy peaks stood proud and full, the tips likely ravaged, now a deep red, yet still charming and alluring.
Sun Zhe sat up and joked, "The Empress truly doesn't see me as an outsider, does she?"
Xia Shiqing glanced faintly, "Awake?"
"Mm... morning."
