The Sorcerer is Easy-Going
LiangLin woke up when the sunlight streamed through the thin canvas windows, caressing his cheeks with its warm touch. Stretching his limbs lazily, he let his hand slide over the sheets, and he slowly blinked open his eyes. XueYa's side was empty, the sheets cold to the touch.
Where was he this early in the morning? LiangLin brushed over his lips with his fingertips, recalling a soft kiss in his dreams. Did XueYa kiss him before leaving? LiangLin felt his cheeks heat up at the thought.
Glancing at the windows, the sun had almost reached its peak already. XueYa must have risen in tune with the sun. Ever since LiangLin's little scolding, XueYa had diligently attended official meetings like a real emperor.