Muffled Moans**

At one moment, everything was silent, peaceful, and warm, but then... something changed. At first, Xiang Ling felt cold hair hitting her thighs. Then, she felt someone touching her legs. But she was too deeply invested in her sleep to care about anything else.

She stirred a little and then went still. Whatever weird thing was happening with her body, it stopped, allowing her to drift back to the abyss of a dreamless sleep. But before that could have happened, she once again felt that strange feeling.

At first, only her body registered it as a shiver raced through her, but when it happened again, her brain too realized what was going on. Her eyes immediately flew open and her gaze shifted toward the man between her legs.

Despite the darkness that was filling the insides of the pavilion, she was able to see everything properly, including Dao Ming who had his head buried between her legs as he placed several kisses over her inner thighs and the throbbing core.