She thought that Rong Heng meant to do something to her, but in the end, his palm just rested on her head, sending a continuous warmth.
Rong Heng used his inner strength to dry his own damp hair.
Gu Lan couldn't help but sigh, ah, Brother Hang is indeed an innocent young boy.
So... what was I expecting after all!
Rong Heng lowered his head and looked at his palm, which seemed to still carry the traces of Gu Lan's presence.
As night deepened, the two lay shoulder to shoulder on the bed.
Rong Heng stared at the dim air above him, with Gu Lan's warm body right by his side, he could not fall asleep no matter what.
Gu Lan, however, found the faint medicinal scent on Rong Heng comforting. With her eyes closed, she responded occasionally to Rong Heng's questions that popped up from time to time.
Like, did Gu Changting know her identity; did Rong Baoyi know her identity; did Rong Miaoyan know her identity... even did the gatekeeper of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion know her identity?
