After Wei Ziang rubbed Xiaomi's belly and looked at her again, Xiaomi was already sprawled out on the sofa, snoring in deep sleep.
Wei Ziang was momentarily speechless, then helplessly shook his head, "You really do trust me a lot."
Even though she claims to have lived for over twenty years in her past life without drinking Meng Po soup, how can she be so careless and bold?
Dragging the sofa to move Xiaomi back a little to avoid the sun, he also lay down on the sofa next to her, ready to take a short nap.
The two horses were also full and were lying down to rest in the shade of the tent.
Ling'er flew around in the sky for a while before returning, unaffected by the sun, standing on top of the tent, looking here and there, occasionally flying up for another round.
Perhaps exhausted from riding in the morning, Xiaomi slept until the sun was almost setting.
Upon opening her eyes, she immediately felt the golden sunlight on her face and quickly closed her eyes again.
