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After scolding the group of young people from the town, Chen Hao returned to his room, where Ye Yuqiao had already fallen asleep. Listening to Ye Yuqiao's calm breathing, Chen Hao quietly took a seat on the chair beside the bed.
Unlike the exhausted Ye Yuqiao, Chen Hao, who had just transformed a great amount of ancient power for his own use, was brimming with energy.
And so, Chen Hao lay quietly at the head of the bed, admiring Ye Yuqiao's side profile that remained stunning even in sleep, until he dozed off around dawn in a daze.
The next morning.
Upon opening her eyes and sensing Chen Hao's presence nearby, Ye Yuqiao's groggy eyes brightened, and then she reached out to pinch Chen Hao's cheek.
Soon, Chen Hao was awakened, and he sleepily looked at Ye Yuqiao, saying, "Your Majesty, you're awake."
Ye Yuqiao smiled vaguely and then shifted to the side, lifting the blanket, saying, "Why did you sleep propped up all night? It must have been uncomfortable. Come lie down."