"Then... I'll give you a wake-up call."
Wang Feng smiled slightly and whispered in Jiang Hanxi's ear.
The hot breath sprayed onto Jiang Hanxi's ears, making her feel somewhat dazed and confused.
What is a wake-up service?
Jiang Hanxi's cold voice was tinged with sleep as she covered her pretty face with Wang Feng's chest and asked hesitantly with some confusion.
It wasn't until Wang Feng rolled over, wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, and pressed himself against her.
At this moment, Jiang Hanxi slowly opened her sleepy eyes, as if she had realized something.
"My husband..."
As Jiang Hanxi finished speaking her last sentence inside the room, her lips were suddenly silenced by a kiss.
At this point, her consciousness gradually began to return.
After a series of wake-up calls...
Creak!
The door to the newly cleaned and renovated house slowly opened.
Wang Feng, dressed in a maple-red outfit, stepped out of the room and stretched lazily.
Following closely behind was Jiang Hanxi, who walked with a slightly strange gait but was extremely clear-headed, and walked out in a white dress.
The two looked at the scene in the courtyard, and for a moment they both looked a little bewildered.
The first thing you see is Little Dragon lying on the ground, drooling, sleeping peacefully while holding Ice Qilin.
Next came Xu Chen, his face bruised and swollen, his beautiful hair long gone, lying straight on the ground, unable to even transform back into his sword form.
Han Miao sat quietly beside the fire, watching the embers burn out, and stared blankly at the empty pot of immortal beast meat.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard was filled with a very eerie feeling.
Han Miao's small figure sat motionless beside the extinguished fire, as if he had become immortal.
Her dazed expression, coupled with the tuft of curly hair on her head, made her look inexplicably funny.
Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi exchanged a glance, both seemingly puzzled by the strange atmosphere.
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