Hearing this, Javier Sinclair held her and said softly, "My dear, you're so good to me." 'The mother of my children truly loves me. She even kept my beloved bed for me.'
Celeste Grant chuckled lightly.
"I'm glad you know."
Feeling his hand stroking her hair, Celeste Grant glanced up at him and whispered, "Stop playing with my hair. Let's sleep." As she spoke, she snuggled back down, resting the side of her head on him.
Javier Sinclair's hand was now on her waist.
"My dear, you're going to sleep already?"
"Mhm."
Celeste Grant replied without opening her eyes or lifting her head, "I'm not going to cultivate tonight."
'Speaking of which,' she thought, 'cultivating feels as easy as drinking water these days. Even if I don't actively try, my Cultivation level rises steadily. When I'm asleep, my Spirit Root—those flowers—absorbs Spiritual Energy and cultivates all by itself. It feels like I don't even have to put in any effort. My Cultivation just shoots up on its own.'
