Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1544. Clingy Angel!

Angel experienced a dream that was both beautiful and filled with sorrow. She envisioned a reunion with Yasenia, a moment where she could finally embrace her and unburden her heart. The fantasy involved burying her face in that long-missed softness, her senses eagerly seeking that comforting, sweet, floral aroma that soothed her soul.

As her eyelids slowly lifted, a pang of bitterness struck Angel's heart.

‘I wish… Hm?’

Her thoughts faltered as her gaze encountered a soft, yet substantial, fleshy mass directly before her eyes. This mound was, notably, uncovered. Angel then felt her surroundings, realizing she was positioned atop a woman, a sensation reminiscent of her much younger years, causing her heart to begin a rapid beat.

She quickly looked upwards, her hands bracing her body on the surface beneath her. What greeted her was a stunning, smiling, alluring face, framed by clear, soft, sun-like eyes. As if mirroring her own tenderness, the slit pupils were dilated, appearing somewhat round and warm.

“Good morning, Baby. How was your sleep?”

Angel blinked several times, still caught in a state of bewilderment. Even her exceptionally sharp immortal intellect struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before her. “An illusion?”

Yasenia raised an eyebrow. “Good reflex. Try breaking it.”

Angel felt a wave of confusion at this response and swiftly activated her Truth Intent Domain. The result was unequivocal: This is real.

Her wide, adorable blue eyes expanded. “Yasenia?”

The dragoness chuckled heartily. “You are so cute, Baby.” She then pulled the stunned Angel into an embrace, bestowing a kiss upon her nose and beaming. “I’ve come to take my adorable Baby with me. What do you say? Happy?”

Angel was still processing the reality of the situation, but an undeniable delight bloomed within her. Her mouth opened and closed as she gazed at Yasenia’s face, as if a blink might cause her to vanish.

Yasenia offered a gentle smile, showing infinite patience. She used one hand to sit up, shifting Angel so her legs were on either side of her, positioning her to face her on her lap. Angel’s gaze couldn’t help but drift downwards. ‘...As substantial as ever.’

“Do they look good?”

Angel nodded, her eyes still fixed. Then, she snapped back to reality, looking up once more. “So… it wasn’t a dream?”

“Dream?” Yasenia tilted her head, considering. “I don’t know what you’ve been dreaming about during these past three days of sleep. However, I am here now.”

Angel’s lips quivered, and then, she gave a faint nod, finally allowing herself to blink a few times. Seeing Yasenia remain present, her heart finally found a sense of calm.

The moment her heart settled, her emotions surged forth, and she slowly extended her arms, drawing Yasenia into a close embrace. There was no haste, no desperation, just a gentle, deliberate hug.

Yasenia returned the embrace, feeling Angel bury her small face against her neck as their bodies pressed together. Once again faced with those familiar yet even more captivating curves, Angel finally spoke. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, love.”

Angel nodded, her face still nestled against Yasenia’s neck, her legs tightening around Yasenia’s waist, and her arms encircling her back.

The dragoness smiled and leaned back against the headboard, gently patting Angel’s back. While she couldn’t physically feel tears, a profound happiness settled within her. Even without present tears, it was because Angel had already expressed the full extent of her emotions on the very day of their reunion.

“It seems I’ve acquired a little octopus, haven’t I?”

“Mhm.” Angel nodded. “I’m not letting go.”

Our dragoness was genuinely pleased. She knew she could carry Angel like this constantly if she so desired; it posed absolutely no challenge. On the contrary, Yasenia relished the feeling.

Thus, utilizing her spatial treasure to adorn herself with a simple white dress, Yasenia stood, still holding Angel. She moved to the side and called out, “Anna, Eve, come do my hair. Selena, please attend to Angel’s hair.”

The three maids materialized and bowed. “Understood, Young Miss.”

Working with practiced ease and familiarity, the trio efficiently attended to both women. In merely fifteen minutes, the preparations were complete, and Yasenia stood once more, positioning her substantial tail just beneath Angel’s posterior for support. She then employed her free arm to prepare a delectable breakfast.

Angel remained motionless, her long, blonde hair almost serving as an apron for Yasenia. Naturally, Yasenia was meticulous, ensuring not a single drop of oil spattered onto her baby’s long and beautiful blonde tresses. She even used her tail to gently rotate the lower section of Angel’s hair when she sat down, preventing it from trailing on the ground.

“Alright, Baby. Turn your head slightly. I’ve prepared some delicious milk and fried milk. Your favorite~. There are also a few eggs and some bread with homemade fig jam.”

Angel shifted her face a little to the side, and Yasenia, with one hand, moved her blonde hair away as she patiently and slowly began to feed her.

The flavors, nostalgic yet several times more exquisite, delighted Angel’s palate, prompting her to lick her lips. Yasenia leaned down, her lips meeting Angel’s. “How is it, good?”

Angel nodded, a faint, happy blush coloring her cheeks. “Delicious.”

She remained rather quiet, a noticeable shift from her former demeanor. Yet, Yasenia paid this no mind whatsoever. Having only just reunited, she intended to lavish Angel with such affection that the girl would soon be her cherished little one once more. Yasenia held no reservations, knowing Angel's years of learning would not simply vanish. As Angel quietly partook in her meal, her large, exquisite blue eyes surveyed the table, noting Tatyana, Andrea, Mirrory, and an unfamiliar woman.

Her gaze settled upon this new woman, and a subtle, peculiar connection between her and Yasenia was perceived, causing Angel to furrow her brow slightly. Luan Feixue, who was voraciously consuming the Master's cooking, suddenly shivered. She glanced over, observing the Master's second wife gazing at her with captivating, gem-like blue eyes. '...Master's wife is truly gorgeous,' Feixue thought.

First, there was Andrea. Upon encountering her, Feixue had been almost overwhelmed. The athletic, heroic woman with skin kissed by the sun appeared as a veritable war goddess, her physique sculpted by a divine hand. An intense aura of attractiveness emanated from her, distinct from her Master's. Now, the second wife presented a stark contrast: beautiful, fair skin, long, soft blonde hair that seemed to capture the sun's radiance, large blue eyes, and a petite frame accentuated by alluring curves.

However, this second wife of her Master exuded a palpable sense of danger, unlike the first, which instilled a degree of apprehension in Feixue. Noticing the attention, Feixue swallowed the fried milk in her mouth and offered a smile. "H-Hello, Master's wife. I am Luan Feixue, Master's disciple."

"Disciple?" Angel's gentle voice inquired, and with that simple question, the nascent tension in the air abruptly dissipated.

Feixue nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes! I am Master's disciple! We met..." Luan Feixue then recounted the circumstances of her meeting with Yasenia. This also served as an opportunity for Angel to understand Yasenia's activities following their separation, a narrative nobody interrupted. Yasenia continued to feed Angel, who readily accepted the food and nestled comfortably in Yasenia's embrace. Angel also came to an understanding. 'So, the connection I sensed was Little Feixue's contract with Yasenia.' She felt no jealousy regarding this. A Beast Contract with Yasenia didn't feel appropriate, after all. Furthermore, Feixue had recounted her story without a hint of falsehood, as if she had recited it numerous times before.

Angel pondered for a moment before asking, "What weapon type do you wield?"

Feixue blinked. "I use Giant Swords, just like Master."

Angel nodded and gestured with her small hand. A disc materialized before Feixue. Still clinging to Yasenia, Angel spoke casually, "That is a Seven Star Supreme Ranked Formation. It can manifest an array of giant swords or a single Seven Star Supreme Ranked sword to fight on your behalf. It's a formation for life-saving purposes, usable four times, capable of engaging cultivators up to the Seventh Level Transcendence Realm."

Luan Feixue’s jaw dropped. Andrea had already presented her with a Four Star Supreme Ranked Giant Sword. Now, Angel had bestowed upon her a lifepreserving formation of even greater absurdity. She promptly stood and bowed deeply. "T-Thank you, Master's wife!"

Angel blinked, relishing the sound of those final two words with evident pleasure. She then nodded and turned her head, burying it once more in Yasenia’s neck. Yasenia chuckled, gently stroking Angel’s back without complaint. Observing the pair, Luan Feixue understood the true meaning of pampering! 'She's essentially spoiling her rotten. Wow. Doesn't Senior Andrea feel even a little jealous?'

Casting a discreet glance, she observed Andrea's complete lack of reaction, as if she would accept nothing less. Luan Feixue was momentarily bewildered. Yasenia, oblivious to Feixue's thoughts, looked aside and inquired, "How fares the task I entrusted to you?"

Doriel emerged from the shadows of Yasenia's presence and offered a formal bow. "We have successfully explored and pinpointed the locations of their primary Sects and families. Following Young Miss's appearance, all participants have withdrawn and convened for a meeting, eager to ascertain Young Miss's identity."

Yasenia's lips curled into a sneer. "Let them search, then. Let them assemble. It will simplify the process of eradicating them all."

Angel blinked, her small face scrunching up as she looked upwards. "What did you ask Doriel to do?"

Yasenia kissed her rosy lips and smiled. "I instructed her to gather intelligence on those who attacked you."

Angel hummed. "Will you annihilate every one of them?"

Yasenia tilted her head, curiosity piqued. "That is the plan. Why do you ask?"

Angel nodded. "Just confirming. Do as you wish." With a soft sound, she buried her face in Yasenia’s neck once more. Luan Feixue’s eye twitched. 'It appears Senior Angel is quite distinct from Senior Andrea. She didn't even flinch.'

Andrea maintained her distance as well. This realm belonged to Angel, and thus, its judgment would come from Angel herself. Even if Yasenia transformed into a fiend that threatened to destroy the world, Angel would raise her halberd and stand as a knight to protect the world for her, offering silent unwavering support from her side.

However, after their morning meal, Yasenia did not hasten her actions. Her foremost desire was to cherish the moments spent with Angel, which held the highest priority. She settled onto a crystalline bench on the balcony, cradling Angel in her arms, with Andrea, Tatyana, Feixue, and a handful of attending maids nearby.

“Take a guess who I encountered?”

Angel hummed softly, “I haven’t the faintest idea.”

Yasenia chuckled, glancing down, “I discovered your sister. Lidia.”

“What?” Angel blinked in surprise, initially believing she had misheard. But as she lifted her gaze and saw Yasenia’s gentle smile, her eyes sparkled. “Where is she?”

Yasenia let out another laugh and recounted the events of their meeting. Then, a sigh escaped her lips. “I hadn’t anticipated your sister becoming so devoted to that Sect. Consequently, I was unable to bring her back. Nevertheless, I can assure you, she is exceedingly content there. Furthermore, the members of that Sect will ensure her well-being, recognizing her as one of their most exceptional prodigies. When we return to the Blue Pearl World, I will personally lead you to her.”

Angel’s eyes shimmered with delight as she nodded in understanding. Then, with a soft plop, she nestled her face into Yasenia’s neck, her lips curving into a blissful smile.