Confused, Silas instinctively turned his head downward to investigate further. It was then he realized that he had inadvertently touched a head, nestled securely against him, still deeply immersed in sleep.
The head belonged to none other than Yue Ran, who appeared serene and peaceful in her slumber. Her hair, which glimmered in the soft light, spilled across his chest like floating seaweed on the surface of the sea.
Silas frowned as he looked at the figure lying on his chest. The young woman's defenseless, silent, and gentle sleeping face came into view. The color of her lips was rosy, resembling the petals of a red rose, capable of making one lose their mind for a moment. The gentle rise and fall of her breathing was quiet and peaceful.
The Demon King paused for a moment and realized that the woman in front of him was not the one he had been thinking about day and night. She was not Ellie; she was merely a substitute.
His eyes immediately turned gloomy and dangerous.
