The grandest pavilion within the Jin Estate was a sprawling, opulent fortress of dark spirit-wood and crimson silk, completely isolated from the rest of the compound by a profound array of silencing and defensive wards.
Inside the lavish master bedroom, the air was thick with the lingering, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and the heavy, humid aftermath of an intense dual cultivation session.
Shen Yu sat up in the massive, silk-draped bed, his bare back resting comfortably against the intricately carved headboard. His pure Yang aura radiated a faint, comforting warmth into the dim room. Beside him, Meng Yan lay perfectly, completely relaxed, her smooth, bare back pressed flush against his chest. She rested her head in the crook of his shoulder, her hazel eyes quietly tracking the sharp, calculating contours of his face in the moonlight.
