In the morning, Yuan felt that his face was buried in between something very soft, he instinctively reached out and felt that he was grabbing something very soft.
His hand unconsciously squeezed the soft thing in his hand, and a stream of warm thick liquid sprayed directly on his face, causing him to open his eyes abruptly.
Opening his eyes, he saw that his face was buried between his mother's massive milkers, and the warm liquid was none other than his mother's delicious milk.
'It's my mother's milk that splashed against my face, huh? No wonder it felt so soft in my hand.' Yuan thought, and sighed.
"It seems that I have woken up earlier than expected, the sun still hasn't come out yet," Yuan mumbled in a sleepy voice, looking at the outside through the small crack in the window.
Although the crack was small, with his cultivation level, he could easily see what was on the other side of the crack and saw that the sun hadn't come out yet.