The little girl lay flat on the bed, her hands neatly crossed over her front, her sleeping posture extremely standard, so standard it was a bit... eerie.
Ming Xian walked to the bedside, wanting to call her, but the words he was about to say were swallowed back.
He lowered his head to scrutinize the person on the bed.
Ming Xian hadn't really taken a close look at her before, but now that he did, Ming Xian realized she was actually quite pretty, with a delicate charm that exuded a hint of cuteness...
Hmm, limited to appearance only.
When she was awake, there wasn't a trace of cuteness.
Ming Xian pursed his lips, cautiously sitting at the edge of the bed, not knowing what he was doing there, so he simply held his sword and stared at her.
Chuzheng had already woken up when Ming Xian entered, but she was a bit sleepy, too lazy to open her eyes.
Sensing that Ming Xian didn't seem to intend to do anything, she continued sleeping.
However...
She couldn't sleep.
