"Ming Beiya! Are you out of your mind?!"
Mo Shisheng finally realized that this man was just maliciously trying to mess with her!
Upon hearing this, Ming Beiya raised an eyebrow slightly, "I have a disease that makes me feel uncomfortable if I can't see you."
Mo Shisheng looked speechlessly: "..."
God, please hurry up and take back this mentally unstable Ming Beiya and rebuild him! Please bring back the aloof and unapproachable Imperial Advisor from before!
Seemingly knowing what Mo Shisheng was thinking, Ming Beiya lay on the bed, hooked his long arm around Mo Shisheng, and forcefully pulled her into his arms, saying, "Go to sleep."
"Sleep with your sister." Mo Shisheng rolled her eyes helplessly, but the man didn't notice at all.
Ming Beiya propped one hand on Mo Shisheng's ear, leaned to the side and glanced at Mo Shisheng with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "Mo Shisheng, if you don't sleep, I'll misunderstand and think you're planning to do something else."
"..."
Mo Shisheng's lips twitched slightly. She wasn't an ignorant girl, and naturally understood the meaning behind Ming Beiya's words. She coldly glanced at Ming Beiya beside her, "If you dare, I'll make sure you can't stand here!"
"Sweetie, don't curse yourself."
Ming Beiya reached out and took off Mo Shisheng's mask, placing it aside. He then gently ruffled her soft hair, his tone filled with affection as he coaxed her softly.
Faced with Ming Beiya like this, Mo Shisheng felt like she was watching a horror movie, her whole body covered in goosebumps, and she shivered uncomfortably.
Ming Beiya didn't care and forcefully kept Mo Shisheng in his territory, not allowing her to move around.
Perhaps overcome by drowsiness, Mo Shisheng finally found a comfortable position in Ming Beiya's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking down at Mo Shisheng's peaceful sleeping face, his gaze fell on a scratch on her delicate face. Thinking of the injuries she had suffered, Ming Beiya's eyes suddenly darkened.
It seemed as if a bloody storm was brewing, and the gloom lingered for a long time.
Just as the person in his arms seemed to feel an itch on her face and raised her hand to scratch it, a large hand grabbed her wrist, rendering her immobile.
A low, dissatisfied hum escaped from her soft red lips, and the gloom in Ming Beiya's eyes slowly dissipated, like sunshine after a storm.
After gazing at Mo Shisheng's sleeping face for a long time, Ming Beiya finally held her and lay down on the bed to slowly fall asleep.
*
Outside the open space of Yunwu Ridge.
All the students of Jialuo Academy are resting here, except for Mo Shisheng.
Outside Mo Shisheng's tent, after Ming Beiya carried Mo Shisheng away, Qingluan opened her eyes, which were clear and bright, without any trace of the drowsiness of just waking up.
Hearing footsteps beside her, Qingluan didn't turn around until the person spoke softly, "Yan'er, may you rest inside?"
Qingluan didn't turn her head, and sneered, "What are you doing here?"
"Yan'er is injured, I..."
"Shangguan Ying, stop with your hypocrisy. How disgusting is your pretense?"
Qingluan stood up coldly, glancing at Shangguan Ying in front of her. Her face remained calm and indifferent, as if nothing could make her reveal any other emotions.
Hearing Qingluan's insults, Shangguan Ying didn't care. She bent down and placed the porcelain bottle on the ground. "This is a plaster for treating bruises. Please give it to Yan'er for me."
Qingluan glanced down at the porcelain bottle, then kicked it into the lake not far away. Only after the bottle hit the water with a "plop" did she speak indifferently, "No need."
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