The moment Chu Lingxi opened her eyes, she met his deep, dark pupils.
His gaze was gloomy, his expression sullen.
She froze for a moment, then asked nervously, "Is the wound hurting?"
"No!"
"..." Chu Lingxi raised an eyebrow, her tone equally somber.
"You don't look well," Chu Lingxi said.
She reached out to touch his wrist, trying to take his pulse.
"I'm frustrated," the man's elegant, low voice suddenly rang out.
Chu Lingxi paused, looked up, and stared at him in confusion. "Why are you frustrated?"
The morning sunlight was bright, the air was fresh, and her mood was cheerful—why would he be frustrated?
Why he was frustrated, Nangong Yehen couldn't pinpoint exactly.
He stared straight at her, his deep gaze making Chu Lingxi's skin crawl.
"Is it me who's frustrating you?" Chu Lingxi pulled away from his embrace, glancing at him and then at herself. Had they stayed in the same position all night until now?
That wasn't so bad—she hadn't aggravated his wound, and he hadn't aggravated hers either.
"If not you, then who?" Nangong Yehen shot her a resentful look.
Chu Lingxi was baffled. When had she provoked him?
Why did he look at her with such resentment?
"Did I talk in my sleep last night?" After a moment of thought, Chu Lingxi asked in surprise.
"Yes, you did!" Nangong Yehen lied.
"What did I say?" Chu Lingxi's heart tightened, a hint of panic creeping in.
Seeing her like this, Nangong Yehen rolled his eyes.
"What's with the panic? Is there something you don't want me to know?"
Chu Lingxi blinked guiltily. "What could I possibly have that I don't want you to know? Haven't you already investigated everything about me thoroughly?"
One moment she was worried about him, the next she was startled by her own sleep-talking—her lively expressions were like an entertaining play, lifting Nangong Yehen's spirits instantly.
He turned over, lying face down on the bed. "Check my wound and give me some anesthetic."
Day had broken, and he had to deal with Gong Liye again.
Chu Lingxi didn't move. "Nangong Yehen, what did I say in my sleep?"
Silly woman, you didn't talk in your sleep.
Nangong Yehen curled his lips, a sly smile flickering across his exquisite face. "Nangong Yehen, I love you, so much."
Chu Lingxi's heart skipped a beat. "Impossible!"
She hadn't dreamed at all last night, let alone dreamed of him—how could she have said something like that in her sleep?
"You can choose not to believe it. After all, you wouldn't know yourself." Nangong Yehen was in high spirits.
Chu Lingxi pouted, glaring at him. How could she have said she loved him in her sleep?
As she fetched the medicine box, she muttered gloomily, "Master Nangong, you must be lying to me. I've slept with Big Treasure for so long, and he's never said I talk in my sleep. I only slept with you for one night, and suddenly I'm talking in my sleep."
"Don't you know that when kids are asleep, even thunder can't wake them?"
"... " That seemed true.
"Hurry up and apply the medicine. If you love me, just love me—what's there to be awkward about? It's not like you're the only woman who loves me."
So, hearing something like that, he was used to it?
"Who's being awkward? I wonder who was the one complaining about being frustrated first thing in the morning. Since so many women love you, one more or less doesn't matter. What are you frustrated about? Could it be that you've fallen for me too?" Chu Lingxi gave him a disdainful eye roll, daring to talk back to him without fear.
Nangong Yehen's gaze darkened, and he was silent for a long moment before speaking.