As night fell, inside the guest room on the first floor.
Du Yu lay on the large bed, his breathing steady and rhythmic. Ever since he started the special training with the Firethorn Tree, he had been exhausted every day and sleeping deeply every night.
Little Fen Yang was also diligently transforming its new home, morphing into a mysterious black-golden bird, spinning circles within the meridian channels of Du Yu's body, over and over.
"Hmm~"
Suddenly, a small sound echoed in the tranquil room.
A fiery red tail led the way, lifting a corner of the blanket, and soon after, Xiaoyan poked out its furry little head, glanced around, and sneaked out of the bedding.
"Hmm..." Prince Du was already embracing his beloved, and as his arms emptied, he unconsciously moved his arm in sleep.
