Her slightly cold fingertips touched her skin, causing her to tremble a little.
The piercing pain only lasted for a moment.
The layers of gauze covered the charming scene, silent in the endless night.
..
Ji Rong woke up very early.
He opened his eyes and looked at the person beside him. His gaze fell on that familiar face.
She was still there.
Only then did he relax slightly.
Staring at the woman's beautiful and peaceful sleeping face, Ji Rong gradually fell into a daze.
Emotions flashed in his eyes.
A moment of confusion.
It seemed that he had not had a headache for a long time. Or rather, since he came to that modern world, he had not had a headache again, nor was he so irritable that he wanted to kill.
He seemed to be gradually becoming a normal person.
However, Ji Rong knew that this was only the surface.
How could a person who was rotten to the core deserve to have light again?
As the heir to the Ji dynasty.
