Feng Qing closed her eyes and said before Rong Ling could speak: "Prince, I'm tired, going to sleep."
Rong Ling did not get the answer he wanted, feeling upset, but remembering that Feng Qing hadn't rested well these past few days, he said no more.
However, even though Rong Ling didn't speak, he instinctively extended his arm, pulling Feng Qing into his arms.
He seemed to have gotten used to this gesture, but unfortunately Feng Qing was uncomfortable and instinctively struggled. Rong Ling said unhappily, "Aren't you tired? If you're tired, just sleep."
Feng Qing was indeed quite exhausted, so much so that she had no energy to argue and simply closed her eyes to sleep.
But now, she seemed to have gotten used to Rong Ling's presence, and soon fell into a peaceful sleep. Rong Ling lowered his head to look at her sleeping face, serene and beautiful like a painting. Seeing her by his side, Rong Ling couldn't help but smile.
