"Master?"
The once warm and sweet room was now covered by a cold and pale light. Qin Gengyun's body froze, and a faint residual soul appeared on his chest.
Qiu Zhihe was startled, pulled the quilt to cover herself, and got up joyfully:
"Master, has your consciousness recovered?"
Previously, Nalan Yan had only a trace of residual soul, which, by a stroke of luck, entered Qin Gengyun's body for warm nurturing.
She had only awakened a few times and then fell back into deep sleep.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly woke up at the crucial moment of her and her husband's "training". From the sound the master's residual soul made, her mind seemed much clearer than before.
Immediately after, seeing Qin Gengyun's embarrassed look, she waved her hand, and clothes flew onto her husband to dress him.
At this moment, the pale residual soul on Qin Gengyun's chest revealed a faint human face, though the features were unclear. Her voice was hoarse, like crying and complaining:
