C2607 Some of the Authors' Ideas Would Become History

Lo Chuan sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes struggling to adjust to the bright sunlight that, after being filtered by magic, left only a warm sensation. Yao Ziyan stood nearby, attempting to pull away the blanket.

"What are you doing?" Lo Chuan asked, suddenly much more alert as he clutched the blanket to stop her.

"What do you think?" Yao Ziyan, looking into Lo Chuan's eyes