The bed in the side hall was made of some unknown material. Although it was covered with a carpet made of animal hide, Yin Ming still shivered the moment his back touched the bed.

Yin Ming was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open. He just reached out and groped around on the bed, trying to find something to cover himself with to ward off the chill.

He fumbled around on the bed for a long time in a daze, but couldn't find anything.

And whether it was Yin Ming's imagination or not, he had been lying there for quite some time, but the bed not only showed no signs of getting warm, but seemed to be getting colder and colder, making him miss Ling Yao's embrace even more.

So Yin Ming subconsciously opened his arms towards the outside of the bed, wanting to feel the warmth from before again.

Just as Lingyao was about to pull the quilt over to cover Yinming, this is what she saw.

He stared blankly at the figure curled up on the bed like a kitten, then suddenly reaching out for a hug, and was momentarily lost in thought.

Suddenly, many memories flashed before his eyes, all of which he and Yin Ming had experienced together.

And that tall, imposing figure from my memory, seemingly able to reach the heavens and stand tall, is incredibly slowly merging with the gaunt figure on the bed.

Lingyao then realized that they had unknowingly gone through so much.

And he grew up slowly in the process, so much so that the person he once had to look up to now nestled in his arms like a well-behaved and adorable kitten—yes, he had that feeling when he picked up Yin Ming just now.

Recalling every word Yin Ming had once said to him, Ling Yao unconsciously curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

Looking back, he truly did his best to protect him, just as he said.

So... from now on, it's my turn to shelter you from the wind and rain.

Lingyao thought to himself.

He had also said that from now on, it would be his turn to protect Yin Ming.

This saying holds true for all eternity.

No matter what happens in the future, and no matter who it is, nothing can stop us from being together.

Even a barrier separating two worlds won't work.

I will definitely find a way to get to you.

Lingyao bent down and embraced Yinming, then reverently placed a kiss on his forehead, as if silently making a solemn promise.

Yin Ming felt the soft touch on his forehead and opened his eyes in a daze.

His slightly red eyes and bewildered expression were truly pitiful, and Lingyao followed her heart and lowered her head to cover his thin lips.

Yin Ming's mind was blank, but he still responded to his kiss in a daze.

By the time he realized what was happening, Lingyao had already removed all their clothes and pulled him into bed with her.

Realizing that Lingyao's burning hot skin was pressed tightly against him, Yin Ming was instantly terrified and all sleepiness vanished.

There had been times like this before, but back then they were still wearing their undergarments, and Lingyao's body temperature had never been so abnormally high as it was now.

Lying on the bed, Lingyao continued to hug and kiss Yinming, who was so dizzy from the kisses that he was powerless to resist.

Just as Yin Ming was filled with unease, thinking that something indescribable was about to happen, Ling Yao simply let out a long sigh of relief, then gently hugged him and affectionately rubbed his cheek against the top of his head.

Yin Ming: ...

I almost forgot, Lingyao knows absolutely nothing about this kind of thing.

Yin Ming couldn't help but sigh. Although he was indeed afraid that something might happen, he still felt inexplicably disappointed when he learned that nothing would happen.

Huh? Disappointed?

No. There's nothing to be disappointed about. Once he finds a way to avoid being counterattacked, this ordeal will end.

There will always be bread.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he's being led by the nose by Lingyao now; who knows who will be in charge in the future?

The outcome is uncertain; we are all potential dark horses... no, we are potential underdogs.

Yin Ming closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down.

He had felt cold a moment ago, but after all this commotion, he felt unbearably hot.

Yin Ming raised his hand and tried to push Ling Yao's body.

It can't be pushed.

She reached out and pressed her hand against his forehead, trying to push him away, but he rubbed his palm against hers instead, sending a tingling, electric-like sensation through her.

Sensing the abnormality in his body, Yin Ming couldn't help but tense up.

She dared not make any further movements, only barely exposing her head and neck to the quilt, letting the cool breeze brush against her face and dispel the heat in her body.

Yin Ming had no desire to sleep anymore, and his mind was clearer now, so he gently nudged Ling Yao, who was sitting next to him, and asked the question he hadn't been able to ask earlier.

"Ah Yao, why do you trust me so much?"