Feng Yin lay beside him, her fingers lazily tracing patterns across Tian Shen's bare chest. The warmth of their shared moment still lingered on her skin, her breath faintly sweet with satisfaction. Yet, beneath the soft curve of her smile, her heart stirred with emotion she rarely allowed herself to acknowledge.
He was asleep—his breathing slow and even. The glow of his breakthrough still hadn't faded from his skin, and she could feel his Qi spiraling gently within him like a blooming lotus.
And within that lotus, her seed nestled. Quiet. Subtle. Irremovable.
A secret. A promise. A claim.
The pinkish-gold Love Seed pulsed in sync with his heart. Feng Yin's gaze softened as she watched his brow twitch ever so slightly in his sleep. Even in rest, his body radiated purpose. Determination. And most importantly, Fire.
How could she not fall for that?
Her fingers moved to his cheek, brushing back a strand of damp hair.
