The dawn painted the tropical sky in hues of soft orange and gentle pink, casting a serene light over the secluded planet. But within the luxurious chambers, serenity was a distant concept. Wang Jian awoke, stretching languidly, his demonic energy thrumming with satisfaction. He glanced at the bed, a sprawling landscape of silken sheets tangled around four naked forms. Yujia and Xinqiao lay nestled close to him, their faces relaxed, almost serene in their sleep. Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin were further away, their bodies stiff, their expressions betraying the turmoil that sleep could not fully erase.
