Ruhuahua stared at Zhongli Ting without blinking.
Having woken up not long ago, she had not been sleepy, but for some reason, as she lay beside Zhongli Ting now, the tension she had carried for so many days slowly melted away. Drowsiness crept over her, and Ruhuahua closed her eyes, drifting into a deep sleep before she even realized it.
The room was still, the lamps dimmed, and only the sound of their breathing intertwined, intimate and inseparable.
Chapter 271