At dawn,
the first ray of morning light burst forth between heaven and earth,
and Han Li had also become light, completing his morning routine.
Exhausted from being tossed around all night, Yang Zhiyun had fallen into a deep sleep.
The smooth, jade-like beauty of her back, her flawless figure, those long and straight legs, her heavy conscience, and that delicate and stunning face were all captured in Han Li's gaze.
At this moment, he had become a saint on earth, engaged in daily self-reflection, seeing every peerless beauty as nothing more than a beautiful skeleton.
Afterwards, Han Li glanced at Yang Zhiyun, intending to leave, but then he thought twice and stayed.
As the Ninth Princess of the Solar Empire, Yang Zhiyun was surely blessed with immense luck. Han Li had planned to open a treasure chest on this occasion, hoping to find something valuable.