Ning Qing glanced impatiently at the meddlesome person in front of her.

“Junior sister, you are an unmarried girl, why are you running around meddling in your brother’s business instead of staying in your room?”

Lin Zilan was surprised that Ning Qing would speak like that.

Her little face turned red with anger.

“You…you all…”

I used to be pampered, but now I can't say a harsh word to anyone.

Lin Zilan felt increasingly wronged, unable to understand why her senior brother, who always did what she wanted, was so obedient to her.

Why does it change so suddenly?

She stamped her foot, wiped away her tears, and ran out.

Jialan glanced at Ning Qing and asked a question with a hidden meaning.

"Aren't you going to chase after them?"

Ning Qing shrugged.

She leaned close to his ear again.

"If you run away, I will chase after you without hesitation."

Jialan glanced at Ning Qing sideways.

"Keep being sarcastic."

Ning Qing raised an eyebrow.

"I only feel this way about you."

Jialan's eyes flickered slightly.

The two remained silent the entire way, with Jialan lost in his own emotions.

It wasn't until after helping Ning Qing lie down that he turned to leave.

One of her sleeves was tightly gripped from behind.

Jialan glanced back.

"My lord, is there anything else you require?"

Ning Qing, "Where do you want to go?"

Jialan's eyes flashed.

"I'll go cook some porridge and bring it to the adults later."

A strange feeling suddenly surfaced in Ning Qing's mind.

Blink: Haven't you always been the one drinking the porridge?

When did it become my turn?

Ning Qing spoke softly.

"Don't go, okay?"

Garan hesitated before speaking.

"But, aren't you hungry, sir?"

Ning Qing gazed intently at that face that could be described as breathtakingly beautiful.

"With you by my side, I'm not hungry."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Jialan's eyes.

This person can spout sweet nothings so easily, but it's hard to tell how much of it is genuine.

Ning Qing pulled him down onto the bed with force.

He moved closer and wrapped his arms around Jialan's waist.

She spoke softly, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

"Will you stay with me?"

Hearing the loneliness in the voice, Jialan's heart softened.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded in agreement.

"Can".

Ning Qing was overjoyed upon hearing this.

He lay down with Garan in his arms.

Jialan glared at Ning Qing.

"Why did you pull me down to lie down with you?"

Ning Qing embraced him.

"You promised to sleep with me."

A look of helplessness appeared on Jialan's face.

"No, I only agreed to stay with you, but I didn't agree to sleep with you."

Ning Qing blinked innocently.

He opened his mouth and asked.

"You promised to stay with me, doesn't that just mean sleeping with me?"

Garan shook his head.

"No, this is different. You're being unreasonable again."

As she spoke, she began to struggle to get up.

Unexpectedly, the hands that were across his chest and waist were like iron clamps, tightly holding him in their arms, making it impossible for him to break free.

Ning Qing chuckled softly.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

"Don't struggle, you can't break free. Just let me hold you while you sleep."

Jialan turned her head and glared at Ning Qing, speaking in an annoyed tone.

"I never expected that the dignified Imperial Preceptor would act in such a despicable way, forcing others."

Ning Qing raised an eyebrow.

"Forcing you?"

“If I really wanted to force you, I wouldn’t just hold you while you sleep and do nothing else.”

His gaze swept toward Jialan.

"Or... are you expecting me to force you to do something?"

He seemed to think for a moment, then nodded.

"If this is what you expect, I'm not against it."

As he spoke, he reached for Garan's waist and grasped his belt.

Garan quickly spoke up to stop him.

"No...no."