"Mhm."
An Ji nodded.
He also believed that Ali truly didn’t know about Yuan YanYu’s admiration for him.
Thinking about it, Ali was indeed young, plus being a eunuch, it was understandable for him to be insensitive to such matters.
He couldn’t help but glance at Ali again.
Looking at his handso young face, petite body...
"I have sothing to do, so I’ll leave first." An Ji shifted his gaze and got up to leave.
As he left, he didn’t forget to remind, "Don’t wander around in the General Mansion."
An Youyou pouted, feeling displeased yet obediently walked towards her room.
The following days were peaceful.
Since Yuan YanYu found out she was a "eunuch," she never ca looking for her again. Occasionally, Xiaohua ntioned that their young lady locked herself in the room and cried for three days and nights, utterly heartbroken.
An Youyou couldn’t comfort her, as such things are naturally best resolved by oneself.
Just like how she felt about An Ji.
Once you get over it, it’s just a fleeting cloud.
At night.
After An Youyou had dinner, she took a few strolls around the General Mansion to aid digestion, then returned to the bed to sleep.
Now that An Ji’s wound recovery was evident, she was contemplating when An Ji would lead the army to storm the palace.
Currently, with the severe internal strife in the Cang Kingdom, people everywhere were suffering; the longer the war, the more the people suffer.
An Youyou turned over, feeling a bit sleepless.
These days were too leisurely. An Ji had also been very busy these days; sotis when she went to check his wound, she couldn’t find him and just wandered around the room and backyard alone, living the days of eat-sleep, sleep-eat, with completely reversed routines.
She didn’t know what ti it was now.
Guessing it must be the dead of night.
An Youyou secretly vowed not to nap during the day, no matter how sleepy she was, as sleeping during the day was pure tornt for the long, endless night.
An Youyou kept turning on the bed.
Suddenly.
There seed to be a sound in the room.
An Youyou was startled.
So late, who would co to her room?
Could it be... an assassin?!
Should she scream?!
Or pretend to sleep?!
An Youyou suddenly closed her eyes, not daring to make a sound.
Her whole body was tense to the extre, imagining who the person approaching her might be...
"..." An Youyou’s heartbeat quickened.
She only felt a figure directly got onto her bed.
An Youyou felt a chill.
Would she be stabbed to death directly?!
At the mont when she was at the brink of collapse, she suddenly sensed a familiar scent.
At the sa ti.
An Ji’s voice sounded in her ear, "Ali, don’t be afraid."
An Youyou suddenly opened her eyes.
In the middle of the night, what was An Ji doing on her bed?!
Could this guy be sleepwalking?!
She was so scared that her soul almost left her body.
"Don’t move." An Ji said in An Youyou’s ear.
The next mont, he directly squeezed into her quilt.
"Mmph!"
An Youyou’s heart raced.
Was An Ji being chased?!
But in the General Mansion, who would dare chase An Ji?!
If not being chased, then why did An Ji suddenly co to her bed...
An Youyou’s body was tense.
She just felt An Ji’s body tightly hugging hers, his head buried in her neck, clearly hiding.
Just then.
On the roof, there seed to be a slight sound of footsteps.
So, there was soone on the roof.
Were they here to chase An Ji?!
An Youyou dared not make a sound.
Slowly, she vaguely saw a piece of tile being lifted by soone, seemingly inspecting the room.
An Youyou was so nervous that her palms were sweating.
She didn’t know how long it was.
On the roof, there was another slight sound, probably soone had left.
An Youyou took a deep breath, intending to tell An Ji that the person had left.
But as she was about to speak.
A big hand directly covered her mouth.
An Youyou’s eyes widened.
An Ji’s head, buried in her neck, didn’t lift even a bit as he shook his head.
Signaling her not to act recklessly.
An Youyou dared not speak anymore.
Although she didn’t know what happened, it was clear she had to cooperate with An Ji now.
The night quieted down.
Very quiet.
An Youyou dared not sleep either.
She figured An Ji wasn’t sleeping either.
And at that mont, all her sensory perceptions were fixated on An Ji’s scorching breath, the breath from his nose constantly between her neck. She even felt her entire neck was burning.
Thus they continued to be in a standoff.
An Youyou didn’t know how long they continued like this.
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