Senlang felt inexplicably annoyed. He got up, dressed, and walked out of the office, strolling slowly in the moonlight and cool breeze.
He walked and pondered, lost in thought, and lost track of time.
He stopped in his tracks, looking at the familiar building in front of him.
After hesitating for a moment, I gently pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Ning Qing had already opened her eyes while Sen Lang hesitated, but when she smelled the faint, familiar scent of a soul outside the door, she closed her eyes again.
She wanted to see what her daughter-in-law was up to in the middle of the night.
Senlang approached the glass container and looked at the little fishman sleeping with his eyes closed inside.
A faint smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.
Their gazes lingered on the little mermaid's long, flowing blue hair.
In the darkness, his long blue hair stood out, each strand seemingly radiating light.
Senlang reached out and touched a strand of hair, looking at the long blue hair in his palm.
I thought to myself: It's very soft and feels nice to the touch!
Ning Qing felt Sen Lang holding a strand of her long hair.
I couldn't help but think to myself: What's the meaning of my wife playing with her hair here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?
After a moment, Senlang finally turned his gaze to Ning Qing's face.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and her long, curled eyelashes were neatly arranged in a fan shape.
It makes you want to tug at it and see if it's real.
Thinking this to herself, she gently brushed her fingers against her curved eyelashes.
Ning Qing almost lost her composure and couldn't hold back any longer.
What the hell is going on? Playing with hair and then eyelashes? Is this guy crazy?
Or perhaps my wife is sleepwalking right now? That would explain her strange behavior, which is clearly out of character.
Ning Qing: Little cat, can you check if my wife is sleepwalking?
The system looked at the person on the screen with deep, bright eyes and moved with ease.
There was no sign of sleepwalking at all.
System: Host, protect the target from sleepwalking.
Ning Qing looked completely bewildered. What?
Senlang's fingertips moved downwards, first to the high bridge of her nose, and then to her light red lips.
Gently trace the shape of the lips with your fingertips.
Ning Qing finally couldn't resist, and with a slight part of her thin lips, she took his restless fingertips into her mouth.
He thought to himself: "My wife is so wicked. She took advantage of my inconvenience to launch a sneak attack."
I really want to... but then I think of my own big fishtail... uh... never mind! I'll think about it again when I can move around freely.
The sudden touch made Senlang's heart skip a beat, his pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes widened.
He immediately withdrew his finger, like a child who had secretly done something wrong and was afraid of being discovered, hiding it behind his back.
Ning Qing slowly opened her tightly closed eyes, and when she saw the person standing in front of her, she showed a look of surprise at just the right moment.
"Young Marshal, what are you doing here?"
Senlang spoke calmly, but his heart was in turmoil. What was wrong with tonight? How could this be…
"This is my bedroom."
Ning Qing looked at him.
"So you're back to rest now?"
Senlang nodded.
He lifted his leg and walked to the bedside, took off his shoes and clothes, and lay down.
"It's good that you're awake. Help me sort out my mental energy."
Ningqing...
It released wisps of transparent spiritual energy, which wrapped around the person on the bed and began to comb them slowly and methodically.
"Is the young marshal's mental energy starting to stir again?"
Senlang: "Not bad."
But in his heart he thought: This little mermaid’s mental power is indeed 90% compatible with mine. When his mental power wrapped around me, I could clearly feel the joy and comfort of my own mental power.
Ningqing...
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