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Ling Hua hadn't heard Yan Qing speak for a while and thought he'd fallen asleep.
Feeling unbearably hot, she quietly tried to move away. But as soon as she stirred, Yan Qing frowned and lowly grumbled, "Don't move."
Ling Hua sighed inwardly, so he hadn't fallen asleep! Playing a human pillow truly wasn't meant for people—she was absolutely tormented. She asked softly, "Brother, can't you sleep?"
Then what had he been thinking about all this time, not saying a word and being so silent?
Yan Qing hummed a response, seeming somewhat interested in chatting with her, and asked her, "When you rang the appeal drum back then and were being flogged, what were you thinking?"
He wanted to know if she'd ever thought that if she died of suffocation, what would become of Xiao Zhen's life-saving grace? Would she repay it in her next life? Such a ludicrous thought—she wouldn't have it, would she?
