Ling Tianyu took a short break, feeling quite exhausted now, especially after soaking in the bath. A bath always tends to make one tired, so he needed to rest for a while.
In the bedroom, Ling Tianyu lay on the bed, covered with a blanket, taking a simple rest. Fighting thirty people did indeed wear him out, so a brief rest was necessary.
It was still before dawn, with two hours left until daylight.
Ling Muyao was still sleeping, not peacefully, as he was sleeping face down.
Duan Yanran wasn't resting. She leaned lightly against the bed, sewing a sachet filled with lavender spices. In her past life, the scent on her was lavender, her man's favorite.
She was slowly changing her fragrance now, transforming her perfume into lavender scent.
Her man once told her that lavender fragrance could calm him and even bring him peace.
Duan Yanran greatly valued Ling Tianyu's opinion.
"Pa!"
