During the entire morning, Qin Yu stayed by Little Ling'er's side, sometimes reading storybooks to the Empress Dowager, other times playing chess with her for entertainment.
However, today felt particularly hard to endure.
For some unknown reason, Little Ling'er's mood seemed to change; she tended to stick close to Qin Yu, and what was more troublesome were her occasional affectionate gestures, which made Qin Yu feel quite hot under the collar.
After all, he is not made of stone.
Let me ask, when such a beautiful young girl leans on your shoulder, could you possibly remain indifferent?!
In any case, Qin Yu could not.
"Ling'er, it's getting late, you should rest now."
At sunset, Qin Yu gently patted Little Ling'er attached to his arm, reminding her.
"Is it that late already?"
Little Ling'er slightly lifted her head, only to realize the sky was dim, her tiny face showing some disappointment, with an unmissable hint of reluctance in her clear eyes.
