Yan Qing saw that she not only agreed readily but also seemed quite happy about it.
He looked at her with indescribable feelings, "Do you like sleeping on the ground?"
Ling Hua really wanted to sassily respond with "I like sleeping on the ground that you're on.", but she didn't dare, fearing he would turn around and leave. She felt very strongly that Yan Qing was someone who could be coaxed but not forced, especially when it came to acting spoiled—he found it irresistible. Now that he had no intention of leaving, she had to contain herself.
She said weakly, "Who likes sleeping on the ground? Isn't it because you told me to sleep on the ground, and I didn't want you to leave, that I have to sleep there?"
Yan Qing snorted coldly, "Then hurry up."
Ling Hua immediately ordered someone, "Come, quickly bring the dumplings, get some food, and wine."
After she finished speaking, she grabbed Yan Qing's hand again, "Come on, let's sit at the table."
