The next day, Sun Dasheng slept in for a change.
When he opened his eyes, breakfast was already being offered to him. Xiang Yiren was wearing only a white dress shirt. A couple of the top buttons were strained open, and the hem barely covered her hips, revealing a pair of long, pale legs.
She held a bowl of rice porridge, bringing a spoonful to his lips. "You're awake! Are you hungry? Have some porridge to tide you over."
Sun Dasheng took the bowl from her, set it on the bedside table, and then grabbed her hand. With a firm tug, he pulled her into his embrace.
He smirked. "First, I'm going to eat up this tender little cabbage."
"Ah!"
What followed was a round of vigorous exercise, beneficial for both mind and body.
After a long while, Xiang Yiren had pleaded for mercy several times. Sun Dasheng finally retracted his divine abilities.
They got up to eat breakfast, but Xiang Yiren was too exhausted to move. It was his turn to feed her.
