As she said this, a flash went through Aisriss's ice-blue eyes. She stared at the door to the room where Mu Chen was sleeping, a playful smirk on her face. Then, her figure vanished into thin air, leaving only crystalline water droplets that scattered with a soft pop.
At the same time, all was peaceful in the bedroom where Mu Chen slept. Aisriss's figure materialized silently beside his bed—or rather, beside her *own* bed, from her perspective.
Mu Chen, on the other hand, remained completely unaware of Aisriss's presence. His breathing was still very steady. Evidently, his subconscious felt exceptionally safe in this space, allowing him to sleep so soundly.
