Qiu Hui felt as if the sight of her snow-white skin had burned his eyes, and he quickly looked away.
He sat down. This stone bed was one Feng Yu had taken from his Nine-Colored Pocket Dimension Space. It was covered with several layers of Beast Skins, making it soft and comfortable without losing its shape.
Little Jing had trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds, so Feng Yu took this one with them everywhere they went.
Qiu Hui couldn't stop himself from reaching out and brushing her messy hair aside.
Giggling in her sleep from the ticklish sensation, Little Jing hugged his arm. Her voice was husky with sleep as she murmured, "Feng Yu, stop messing around. I want to sleep a little more!"
Qiu Hui froze, not daring to move. He could only feel the soft little creature clinging to his arm, terrified of waking her.
