The next morning, as the first light of dawn broke, Timothy stepped out of the room.
He had never slept so soundly before.
As the rumors said, the body of the Holy Emperor indeed emitted a subtle, mysterious aura that resonated with the natural order of the universe.
But unlike those who were content just being near the Holy Emperor, Timothy had spent the entire night holding Goddess Sylvia in his arms.
After being bathed in the Holy Emperor's aura all night, the faint, orchid-like fragrance still lingered in Timothy's nose.
And that wasn't all...
Timothy flexed his fingers and coughed lightly.
With a woman as stunning as Goddess Sylvia sleeping beside him, what man could resist making a move?
Naturally, he had taken the opportunity to get a little handsy with his wife. Although he hadn't managed to push things too far, perhaps because it was Valentine's Day, Sylvia hadn't resisted his advances as much as usual!