882 NOT A LUCKY DAY

Body slapping sounds, their growls, and moans, rustling sounds went out of their room. If anyone was outside or their rooms were closer to them and windows were open, they might hear the obscene lovemaking sounds of the shameless couple. For their good, they should be asleep.

The moon was the most pitiful. As a lone shiner, she stood there alone and guarded the couple. She had to watch every last bit. In the end, heaven had mercy and let her hide behind a cloud.

It was six in the morning when Mu Liang washed themselves and then carried his wife's tired body to the bed. As he covered themselves under the comforter, Mu Lan rolled over his body and put her head on his chest. The sun just started to show his face from the horizon. Mu Lan covered her head with the comforter so that the sunlight couldn't bother her sleep.

"Can you breathe like that?" Mu Liang asked softly.