Early morning sunlight streamed into the room, gently pouring over the soft and fresh-looking pink bed, where the person curled up was still sleeping with her eyes closed, her rosy cheeks as if about to blend into the warmth of the large bed.
In the Spirit Space, Ling Xi was diligently cultivating.
Meanwhile, Mengmeng was watching a TV drama while keeping an eye on Ling Xi's condition.
Recently, she had fallen in love with palace scheming dramas, watching those women resort to vicious tactics and endless plotting for a man's affection, and she felt endlessly emotional about it.
Fortunately, her sister Ling Xi lived in the modern world; otherwise, seeing Ling Xi like that for a man would surely break her heart, and she'd be driven to kill those people.
However, thinking about it another way, with her sister Ling Xi's beauty, even if she were in ancient times, she would certainly be a woman fiercely spoilt by men, nothing like those women in the dramas.
