"Get out!"
Nan Shiying pointed at the door, telling Ji Jinmo to leave.
Ji Jinmo didn't leave. He poured himself more tea, drank it, picked up the book Nan Shiying had left on the table, and began to read it with relish.
Nan Shiying thought this bastard was truly shameless now.
She decided to ignore him. Leaning back against the soft couch, she closed her eyes. Outside the door, Lüyuan and Baizhi couldn't hear anything from inside. Looking at the sky, they exchanged glances, seeing the light twinkling in each other's eyes, and shared a knowing smile.
"Baizhi, go prepare a new set of bedding for the master!"
Baizhi happily went off, and before leaving, she asked, "Should we tell the small kitchen not to stop cooking, in case the princess and prince get hungry in the middle of the night and want to eat something!"
She was being particularly clever at this moment. Lüyuan praised her, "Good. It's fortunate you're so thoughtful. We indeed shouldn't let the small kitchen stop cooking. Go and give the order!"
"Yes, Sister Lüyuan!"
Xuanyi squatted on a tree branch. He had thought about stopping them, but then he decided to just watch them make a fuss.
Those two in the room... Xuanyi looked up at the sky and suppressed his urge to complain.
Nan Shiying felt her body rapidly falling. She suddenly opened her eyes, realizing the feeling of weightlessness, like falling off a cliff, was a nightmare that had jolted her awake. Her mind was still a little hazy when the scent of falling plum blossoms wafted into her nostrils. Before she could look up, the only light in front of her was blocked by an obstructive figure.
Nan Shiying irritably looked up and glared fiercely at Ji Jinmo.
Ji Jinmo bent down and scooped Nan Shiying up. Nan Shiying instinctively wrapped her arms around Ji Jinmo's neck. Only when she was completely held in his arms did Nan Shiying react. She yanked her arms back, one hand pressing against Ji Jinmo's chest, the other on his hands around her waist. If a glare could kill, Ji Jinmo would have been dismembered long ago.
"Put me down!"
Her long legs kicked in the air, wishing she could break Ji Jinmo's legs with one kick.
"Don't struggle!"
Ji Jinmo's voice was hoarse, his face, bathed in candlelight, flickered in and out of focus. His long, phoenix-like eyes seemed to hold turbulent waves roaring and churning.
In her struggle, Nan Shiying felt something hard. A blush flickered across her face, followed by an uncontrollable surge of anger.
"Ji Jinmo, put me down!"
Her voice was slightly cold, and the killing intent emanating from her was so strong it seemed to be enveloped in a layer of black mist.
Ji Jinmo did not put her down. Instead, he carried her to the bed and gently placed her on it. Layers of cold frost bloomed in Nan Shiying's eyes, extinguishing and freezing all her affections. She looked at Ji Jinmo coldly.
Ji Jinmo released his hands and, bending his body, knelt by the bedside. He rested his elbows on the edge of the bed, propped his head with his hand, and looked at her from the side.
Her cold, angry expression made him want to laugh.
"Sleep. I'll leave in a moment!"
Nan Shiying stood up, looking down at Ji Jinmo.
The coldness in her eyes receded temporarily, but she still didn't give him a pleasant look. "You're watching me sleep?"
"Close your eyes and sleep!"
Nan Shiying: "..."
Thank you, I'm amused!
"Get out!"
Nan Shiying pointed at the door, telling him to get lost again!
Ji Jinmo stood up, sat by her bedside, and disregarding Nan Shiying's furious expression, took her hand and placed it in his palm, his fingers weaving into hers and gripping tightly.
"Wait a little longer. Once we've cleared out the lingering remnants hidden in Linyuan, and once Ji Hong has firmly secured the throne, I'll accompany you to see all the mountains and rivers, alright!"