The next morning.
All three soul bodies were asleep.
If an outsider were to see the "bed scene" within this sea of consciousness, it would probably be unbearably eye-popping.
Because the two women were tied back-to-back in chains, both naked without any clothing transformation, facing directions that the chains highlighted them in ways everyone understands, a glance would look extremely obscene.
Zhao Changhe slept soundly, lying on Piaomiao's legs, at least not pressing down on both people simultaneously, otherwise, it would look even worse. But just sleeping against her leg filled the air with a titillating sensation.
The first to wake was Piaomiao.
She instinctively moved but found she was bound and couldn't break free, feeling speechless about it. She wondered why she repeatedly found herself in such a posture, always necessary, almost getting used to it by now.
