In the luxurious palace,
upon the tall bed with warm pillows,
Lin Fan was embracing beauties both left and right, yet extravagantly comfortable was he not.
However, his brows were tightly furrowed at this moment.
Although he held two beauties in his arms, he was in no mood to enjoy their affection.
First, it was unlikely he would succeed; second, he couldn't be rough.
Moreover, with his mind weighed down by heavy thoughts, how could he compare to Zhao Jiaqi's carefree slumber?
Now she was sleeping so sweetly.
On the other side, Ni Chang was wide-awake, her eyes open.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
Lin Fan turned over, looking at Ni Chang.
Ever since she entered the palace, her expression had been very serious.
"There are many things I can't figure out, including that enchanting Meng Die. What exactly does she want to do?"
Ni Chang turned slightly.
As their eyes met at such close distance, her cheeks flushed red.
