"Awake?" A gentle female voice reached his ears. Xi Mu opened his eyes and saw Yasiraqi smiling tenderly, her head resting on his arm. She reached out and gently caressed his cheek, then kissed his face.
Yasiraqi turned over and sat on Ahtal's lower abdomen, looking down at the man beneath her, and asked, "Don't you plan to rest a bit more?"
"The one who should be resting is you," Xi Mu chuckled lightly, looking at the beautiful young woman sitting on top of him, "Don't you plan to rest a bit more?"
Compared to him as the King of Ash, Yasiraqi was just a human who had usurped the power of dragons; there was no comparison between their physical and recuperative strengths. So, truly, he was not the one who needed rest.
"Do you intend to let me rest?" Yasiraqi raised her hand and lightly gathered her red hair beside her ear, her ruby-like eyes smiling. She could feel the heat pressing against her from behind, indicating the man's vitality and urgency.
