The youth's bright phoenix eyes contained a faint smile, which rippled outwards before her eyes.
Eh? She actually slept until high noon! The little girl removed the cloak on her body and threw it back to the youth. She couldn't help facepalming in the process.
She then glared begrudgingly at Mo Lian.
It's all this guy's fault. How much medicinal power did he use on her to make her actually sleep until high noon?
Was this logical? What if someone asked in the future, 'How was your journey through the Great Swamp?' She couldn't tell that person: 'Heh, I was almost out of the swamp after a snooze!'
"Did you sleep well?" The youth put away the cloak with a smile. He raised his hand to rub her small face. "Did you dream of me?"
Dream your big ass! I can already see you the whole day and night. If you don't let her off even in her dreams, then is there still justice?
