After a while, a figure appeared from a distance in the quiet night and walked towards Liuyue.
Dressed in armor and with a majestic look on his face, he is none other than Tobimu.
He walked up to Liu Yue who seemed to be drunk and fell to the ground.
Tobimu shook his head, leaned over and carried Liu Yue on his back, and walked towards the camp.
How could their regent sleep in this wilderness?
In the Chinese military tent.
Tobimu gently placed Liuyue on the sleeping couch, and while tidying up the silk quilt for Liuyue, he murmured to himself: "It's incredible that the regent can get drunk with such a good drinker."
After a pause, Tobimu murmured as if he heard it himself: "I really don't understand, why do you need me to take care of you?
Alas, it’s true, you don’t want me to tell others.
There must have been a quarrel between you two, you are such awkward people..."
In whispers, Tobimu closed the door and walked out, and the words that followed were immediately inaudible.
Liuyue, who was sleeping on the bed and seemed to be completely drunk, opened her eyes the moment Tobimu stepped out.
Those eyes were sober and there was no hint of drunkenness.
A thousand cups without getting drunk, this is the realm of Liuyue.
A jar of wine couldn't make her drunk, even if she wanted to.
She was just following the trend, but she didn't want to hear this.
His eyes slowly narrowed, "Tobimu needs to take care of you. You two must have had a quarrel. You two..."
What does this mean?
Who is telling Tobimu to take care of her?
You two must have been quarreling? These words... these words...
Without a certain level of intimacy, how could Tobimu say this?
Intimate, there is absolutely no one in Beimu who is close enough to say this to her. Who is it? Who is it?
Liuyue's eyebrows moved rapidly, and suddenly her heart tightened, and her eyes suddenly widened. Could it be...could it be...