Qin Yarong leaned in his arms. They did not speak any more, nor did they know how long it took. The people in his arms had fallen asleep with him. They listened to her even breathing, so they snuggled her in their arms.

Maybe that night was the best night for Qin Ya-ying to sleep. When she opened her eyes, she found herself sleeping in Leng Muchen's arms. But Leng Muchen was sitting on the bed with his thick eyebrows slightly frowning. Should he sleep uncomfortably?

Qin Yahuang started from his arms with a light movement. However, her hand, which was only put on her waist, tightened for a few...