In the end, for the prince's happiness, she sacrificed herself, turning into sea foam...

His voice remained clear and steady, but when recounting this tragic scene,

There was an added, subtle tenderness.

After finishing the story, Chu Wuyang felt a strange sense of relief.

It was as if they had completed a difficult test.

She concluded with a deliberately indifferent remark:

"Well said, go to sleep."

Her tone was calm and even, as if the story had not stirred any ripples in her heart.

Jing Min tilted his head slightly, his gaze filled with a hint of inquiry.

"Don't you have anything else to say?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, and it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Chu Wuyang frowned and looked at Jing Min with displeasure.

"What are you saying? You don't mean you want some kind of reward, do you?"

"You suggested it yourself and said it yourself. I didn't make any deal or exchange with you."

There was a hint of wariness in her eyes, like a frightened fawn ready to flee at any moment.

After saying that, she moved to the side, trying to create some distance between herself and Jingmin.

Jing Min watched Chu Wuyang move further away, his gaze darkening.

He stretched out his long arm and pulled Chu Wuyang into his arms, holding her tightly.

His movements seemed domineering, yet they carried a kind of cautious gentleness.

He reached out and gently touched Chu Wuyang's slightly furrowed brows, his tone filled with a hint of doting:

What are you thinking about?

"I'm not that much of a beast, besides..."

He lowered his head slightly, bringing his breath close to Chu Wuyang's ear, and whispered:

"You've already fed me, haven't you!"

The voice was deep and ambiguous, like a soft murmur in the night wind.

Chu Wuyang's face instantly turned red, like a flame that had been ignited.

She felt a surge of irritation, as if an unnamed fire was burning within her.

She raised her hand, about to strike Jing Min, her movement carrying a hint of anger.

Jing Min, however, seemed to have been prepared. He easily took Chu Wuyang's hand.

There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, as if to say, "I knew it."

He tucked Chu Wuyang's hand under the covers, a smile playing on his lips, and murmured:

"Don't you have any insights about the story we just heard?"

Chu Wuyang lifted her head from under the covers, a hint of annoyance in her eyes, and asked in return:

What are your thoughts?

Her tone was somewhat stiff, "I'm not a 'Chinese person who loves doing reading comprehension exercises all my life'."

Jingmin chuckled softly as he looked at her increasingly furrowed brows.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Chu Wuyang's eyebrows.

"Since I've told you a story, there must be a deeper meaning behind it. I can't just listen for nothing; I have to say something. Come on, say a few words. I want to hear your thoughts."

His tone carried an undeniable gentleness, and his eyes were full of expectation.

Chu Wuyang looked at Jing Min, who was clearly acting like a scoundrel, and felt helpless inwardly.

She couldn't be bothered with him anymore, so she simply closed her eyes and stopped talking.

She thought to herself, "This person is clearly forcing me to buy something."

Seeing her pretending to be a turtle only piqued Jingmin's interest even more.

Anyway, he has always been very patient with her.

He slowly leaned in, his lips gently touching her ear, as softly as a feather.

Then, his kisses slowly moved down her cheek to her long neck, lingering there.

Chu Wuyang felt a tingling, numb sensation, like an electric current running through her body.

Her body trembled slightly as she tried to control her emotions.