「In the study.」
Two people were nestled on the recliner, sound asleep. Zhao Ci slept rather peacefully, but Zhu Li, whose system hadn't been completely cleared of the residual poison, was still mumbling in her sleep. Overall, however, there was no longer any serious danger. After all, the dose of the poison hadn't been large.
Gu Xiangzhu glanced at Zhao Ci's peaceful expression as he slept, and she couldn't help but frown slightly. She felt her earlier reaction had been very strange.
'The urgency I felt while saving Zhao Ci was... a little too intense, even tinged with worry.'
'It's as if I'm no longer satisfied with just being a fake mother-son pair with Zhao Ci. I'm starting to want to truly take him in as my godson. The boy is actually quite thoughtful.'
But she knew this was a dangerous signal.
In the Demon Sect, taking godsons was not unheard of, and she wasn't opposed to it.
