Hongxin and the Fucha Clan spent a night tangled together.
They slept very late.
Before sleeping, the Fucha Clan spoke softly, "You've had a long day, I shouldn't have kept you like this."
"But you just couldn't help yourself, right?" Hongxin teased.
"You're just teasing me." The Fucha Clan reached out, held Hongxin's hand, and closed her eyes.
Hongxin moved, got comfortable, and didn't withdraw his hand, letting her hold it until he gradually fell asleep.
In the morning, the Fucha Clan woke up first.
She quietly withdrew her hand and then looked sideways at the Crown Prince.
In his dreams, the Crown Prince was less alluring, yet more captivating.
An indescribable feeling, the tent dim, but outside the sunlight was already excellent.
With the sunlight, she looked at this man, and felt that there wasn't a single flaw about him.
Her heartbeat quickened.
Finally, she did nothing and quietly got off the bed, afraid to wake the Crown Prince, not calling anyone.
