On the couch, the dark eyelashes of the man fluttered slightly. Jiang Sinian slowly opened his eyes to find a fluffy head leaning against his chest, and a soft, warm hand still resting on his cheek, carrying Pei You's faint, comforting scent.
He had merely suffered a temporary surge of anger and Qi inversion; if he hadn't woken up in time, this girl probably would have started packing his things and preparing for his funeral so she could clear the way for that blasted Ninth Prince. An unnamed fire slowly ignited in his chest, and Jiang Sinian couldn't help coughing a few times.
Leaning in and hearing the heartbeat, Pei You let out a sigh of relief, then felt the person beneath her let out two low coughs. Suddenly remembering that she needed to treat him, she straightened up and groped under the quilt for Jiang Sinian's wrist.
Chapter 46