The temperature in the room was just right. Not too hot, not too cold—just the perfect balance of warmth and comfort. Xu Feng was sprawled across the soft bedding, the weight of exhaustion pressing him deep into the mattress.
The ache of the morning's activities and the lingering soreness from their late-night "sessions" had finally faded, soothed by rest, fresh blankets, and the real powerhouse—a fresh batch of seeds.
Xu Feng still wasn't sure where Xuan Jian had gotten them from. They weren't from his usual stash. His husband had assured him they were common seeds, nothing he'd want to plant in the greenhouse. After savoring the restorative energy that rushed through his body, it was undeniable it was what he needed.
It had left him feeling rejuvenated—almost skinless—as though every inch of him had been peeled away and renewed. He had promptly collapsed into a deep sleep after that, sinking into the bed like the saltiest salted fish to ever exist.
