Huang Ying pulled the book away from her hand, "Rest early, you won't be able to read all your books in the daytime tomorrow anyway."
Jiang Ning did feel tired in her eyes, she was just fascinated and kept reading till now. Since the book was confiscated, she decided to let it be.
She lay down, patted the spot beside her, and laughed, "Huang Ying, come lie next to me, let's sleep together."
"The slave is not tired." Huang Ying said, taking out an embroidery rack, she started sewing.
Jiang Ning said: "You say reading strains my eyes and here you are sewing, aren't you afraid of going blind?" Saying so, she blew out the flame with a puff.
Huang Ying laughed, "The slave is busy during the day, only has a few moments to settle her heart and sew, you won't let me."
She extended a hand to cover Jiang Ning with a thin quilt, whispered, "The lights in the Plum Blossom Cottage are all out."
"Oh."
Jiang Ning closed her eyes, not really caring.
