When Song Shijiu awakened, the skies had already brightened greatly; Li Shiyi was still embracing her, and she laid on Li Shiyi’s arm, still not allowing her awareness to follow the steps of the sunlight, yet sensing the wonderful sensation in her palm. It was like a piece of soft cloth, its inside filled with water, full and plump as it filled the seams between her fingers, causing her hand to form a semicircle. A parching heat flamed from her ear, and her heartbeat grew uneven; she was just about to raise her wrist when she felt it jolt softly, causing her to be incredibly unwilling to part with it. She held her breath, raising her eyelashes; Li Shiyi breathed evenly, as if she still hadn’t awakened. Song Shijiu thought for a moment, gathering up her courage to shift her cheek in the crook of Li Shiyi’s arm, letting her hand open a bit, grasping it tightly, and then pinching it gently. Her heart couldn’t help but curse out an incredibly un-virtuous profanity. The chaotic breaths impa...