Occasionally, there were times that Crimson Rain Sought Flower didn’t awaken before his beloved. This morning was one of these very times. Last night the Ghost King had been worn out by particular activities, his body left wonderfully sore and tired. It was a lovely feeling to wake up to. Hua Cheng basked in the special soreness, laying on his stomach with the sun from the east window warming his cool, bare skin. From the moment of his waking he noticed the lack of Xie Lian in their bed. But Hua Cheng could sense his beloved was close and didn’t fret.

After about ten minutes or so, he rolls onto his back with a quiet, heavy sigh. The sun shines on his face, the warm summer breeze cleansing the room and Hua Cheng’s lungs as he slowly breathes it in. Sluggishly he rises into a sitting position. His hips and thighs ache pleasantly. Hua Cheng hums and turns his body, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He stands and stretches with a low grunt. He grabs some morning robes; light red, almost pink in color. Tying the clothing securely, Hua Cheng walks towards the cracked bathroom door.

There his beloved god stood, his arms stretched behind his head as he put his hair up in a bun.