A ray of sea breeze lifted the floor-to-ceiling screen window, gently brushing against the exposed muscular chest. The scar on the resolute and handsome face moved slightly, and the sword eyebrows were raised slightly. "Brother Xuanyuan! Brother Xuanyuan! You finally woke up. You have been in an inexplicable coma for seven days!" The beautiful voice was slightly hoarse, revealing her anxiety. A pair of green and white jade hands covered with gauze tightly grasped the silk quilt. Yu's arm said, "Mother! Queen! Brother Xuanyuan is awake..." Miaoman, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, half-turned around, only to see an emerald phoenix hairpin, a bun with dark cloud beads, a slight frown on her eyebrows, a slight trembling of her nose, and skin that was as smooth as gelatin. But with a hint of blush, a piece of light blue velvet with a jade ring was lightly placed on the smooth shoulder, and a floor-length veil was just enough to cover it. You could vaguely see your hands holding the jade feet, and your naked body was pressed on the plush carpet in front of the bed, looking like the beauty of your dreams that you have seen for thousands of times.
