Chapter 183

Early in the morning, Xiaoyao was still fast asleep. Just as before, she was wrapped tightly around him, one of her little hands clutching his sleeve with a grip that refused to loosen for even a second... Xiangliu pulled the quilt up over them both and wrapped his arm around her, drawing her even closer. He looked down at her flushed little face, where traces of tears still lingered... Perhaps the mention of Hong Jiang had stirred up the little one's inner anxieties once again. Last night, even in the moments of her deepest abandon, she had not forgotten to intermittently force him to swear oaths—that she was his alone, and all nine of his lives belonged exclusively to her... It was impossible to tell whether she was feeling overwhelmed by pleasure or if her heart was truly gripped by insecurity; throughout it all, the tears on her charming little face never dried, leaving him with no choice but to soothe her over and over, making promise after promise, which only caused her to hold on to him tighter still, unwilling to be separated for even a single moment...