「The next morning.」
In the first-floor lounge of the library.
The patrons were reading quietly, heads bowed, the soft rustle of turning pages filling the air. A few books that hadn't been put away were strewn haphazardly across a table.
"Tsk. Have a little decency, would you?"
On duty, Qin Yang frowned.
He slowly approached the table, picked up the two books, and checked their classification numbers, preparing to reshelve them.
WHOOSH—
The soft, faint sound of a snore came from his shoulder.
Xiaobai was curled into a ball, eyes shut tight. Her eyelashes trembled with each breath, a clear sign she had drifted off to sleep.
'She fell asleep again.'
Qin Yang glanced at Xiaobai, a smile playing on his lips.
He and Xiaobai had really gone at it last night.
She'd gotten so angry she'd thrown every Illusion Technique she knew at him.
And the result?
They'd gone at it until the dead of night.
Qin Yang's Spiritual Power showed no signs of depletion.
