While the city remained in uproar due to the battle between mysterious King-stage cultivators, Aldrian stayed in his room at the inn. He had just finished a steamy moment with Sylphia. Now, with his eyes closed, he held his naked lover from behind, his nose buried in her shoulder as if her scent were his lifeline.
"It tickles," she said with a giggle, feeling his nose rub against her shoulder repeatedly.
"You smell so fragrant, even your sweat has a captivating scent," Aldrian murmured. He continued the motion for a few moments before finally resting his nose in her hair.
After a brief silence, Sylphia suddenly spoke.
"Dear, have you ever had dreams about strange things? Like not knowing where you are or not understanding anything in the dream, yet feeling as though you've already experienced it?"
Aldrian opened his eyes, caught off guard by the sudden question. He didn't answer immediately, only after a few moments of silence did he finally responded.
