The 29th of September, in the 1060th year of the Great Yu Calendar.
The cock's crow had just faded, well before the break of dawn.
The sky, as if veiled by black gossamer, was still studded with a few sparse, lingering stars.
Linji City was quiet and still.
In the main residence of the Vermilion Bird Courtyard, Chen Cheng's eyes were gently closed, his body and mind utterly relaxed.
Shen Qingyao nestled gently in his arms, murmuring, "Junior Brother Chen, you really don't have to go to such lengths. If I get tired, I can just wake up later tomorrow for my Martial Dao cultivation."
Chen Cheng's hand was misbehaving, giving a familiar, testing squeeze as he whispered, "My body and mind are about to reach their absolute peak right now. This is no trouble at all!"
Shen Qingyao chided, "Then if you're not going to do anything, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"
