Chapter 108: Golden-Silk Peach Congee

Inside the room of the master pavilion, Lin Yuan lay perfectly still beneath the blankets. His eyes were open, his pupils completely devoid of the lethal feel of a Nascent Soul expert. Right now, they were filled only with adoration as he looked down at the woman resting securely against his chest.

Bai Qingyue was still fast asleep, her breathing slow, steady, and incredibly peaceful. The exhaustion of the wedding, combined with the emotional whiplash of the day and the deep warmth of his body throughout the freezing night, had coaxed her into the deepest slumber she had experienced in years. Her flawless cheek was pressed against his collarbone, and her slender fingers were lightly curled into the fabric of his inner garments.