Zhuo Junyue rolled onto the bed, then took her hand, "Okay, I'll tell you a story. What story should I tell you?"
After all, the stories he usually tells to comfort An An, she already knows them all.
He needed to tell her something special, he couldn't just replay Cinderella or Snow White's tale, could he?
Thus, Lord Zhuo searched his mind for a foreign story and specifically modified it a bit to suit the situation.
Yet as a result, Su Ningyan was getting more and more engaged. Zhuo Junyue had been telling the story for half an hour, and she still wasn't asleep.
On the contrary, she was like an inquisitive baby with many questions.
Some parts of the story were nothing more than Zhuo Junyue making up as he went - how could there be so many whys?
In the end, looking at the time that was approaching eleven, he laid down and pulled her into his arms.
"That's it for today, I'll tell you the rest tomorrow. Now, be obedient, it's time to sleep."
