She felt herself sinking, the signal far too dangerous. Perhaps, at this moment, he wasn't what she needed.
"Mo Yinhe, do you still have any Zhanlong Fragrance?"
Mo Yinhe swept her up by the waist and strode towards the East Garden of the palace. His long legs moved with a graceful bearing, and as he walked, he said, "With me here, do you still need Zhanlong Fragrance?"
Si Mingjing tactfully remained silent, a faint sense of anticipation stirring within her. She felt she had fallen!
Three hours later, Mo Yinhe carried her to the bathroom for a bath, then back to bed, cuddling her as they slept.
Perhaps because she was too exhausted, Si Mingjing didn't feel like moving at all. But sleep wouldn't come; it was still early, only half-past nine, and the city's nightlife was just beginning.
Suddenly, she felt hungry, probably because she hadn't eaten much for dinner. Touching her stomach, she said, "I'm hungry."
Mo Yinhe suddenly burst into laughter.
