"...Is that so..."
Qin Yuan stepped over him and lay down on the inside.
Gu Jinghui murmured, "Yuan'er, I'm a bit tired. There was something I wanted to say, but I can't recall it now."
"If you can't remember, then just sleep."
Qin Yuan turned over, rolling her eyes at the same time.
Gu Jinghui said, "I'll think about it again."
Qin Yuan ignored him, knowing he wouldn't remember it tonight anyway.
Before long, Qin Yuan fell asleep, feeling her body heated and tightly confined in her drowsiness.
She couldn't break free.
It was truly maddening.
...
Old Madam Gu was still awake, sitting under the lamp.
On the bedside table, there was a new poetry collection by Sixth Master Gu.
Nanny Rong consoled, "Why are you still awake so late? Is it because our Sixth Master's poetry is too excellent, you can't bear to go to sleep?"
