"It is so rare for me to sleep well…" Ning Yi slowly ran his fingers through her hair. "And so rare for you and I to get along well…"
"If Your Highness could accept me." Feng Zhiwei bit her lips. "This kind of getting along will happen often."
Ning Yi smiled without responding, his hand slowly moving. Feng Zhiwei turned her eyes away and looked down.
"You just came from the front yard?" Ning Yi whispered into her ear. "Is there any new circumstance that you want to tell me about?"
"Yes." Feng Zhiwei replied, lifting her eyes, her smile already back on her face.
"Oh?"
"The Second Prince's lines really were too impressive…"
She smiled as she chatted with Ning Yi, noticing that Ning Yi's eyes were still misty. Not sure whether he was truly listening, she smiled and said: "The wine really was strong…"
"How about you bring me a bowl of sobering soup." Ning Yi smiled and push her. "Something you made with your own hands."
