The summer night was short, and the morning light shone into the room, falling precisely on Mo Jingyu's thin eyelids. His eyelashes trembled a few times, and he opened his eyes immediately.
After a very short period of sleepiness, he subconsciously moved his shoulders and neck, but found that his arms were entangled. He instinctively turned his head and saw a cute sleeping face in the sun.
At some point, the way he held her wrist changed to her holding his arm in her arms, her face pressed against his forearm, and the heat in her breath seemed to penetrate the thin middle coat.
Memories of last night came back piecemeal, and Mo Jingyu looked complicated as he recalled the scene in his dream.
His dreams were actually very messy, but without exception they were all unspeakably dark and dark. He fell into them and struggled hard, and was exhausted every time he woke up.
But this time it's different.
He vaguely remembered that in the same gloomy nightmare, someone softly said "it's okay" to him. He held on to that gentleness while his consciousness was rising and falling, and it was no longer difficult.
Mo Jingyu thought that he had dreamed too many times and had caused problems in his dreams. He didn't know until this moment that it was her.
It was her who he caught in the dream and refused to let go.
Mo Jingyu's eyes fell on her porcelain white face, and her chest was as warm as the sun outside.
Wouldn't it be better to get rid of him if he got entangled? Why would you rather sit on the ground and sleep than wake him up?
Little fool.
Mo Jingyu turned his body slightly and stretched out his other hand to rub her cheek. Before he could touch her cheek, she murmured and opened her eyes.
Their eyes met, Chu Qingwan called out vaguely: "Your Majesty."
Mo Jingyu said warmly: "We agreed not to call me Prince."
Chu Qingwan responded indifferently, stood up from the couch, turned around and walked towards the bed.
Her head was dizzy and she didn't want to talk much. She just wanted to catch up on some sleep.
Mo Jingyu watched her disappear. After a while, he sat up and called Lin Yu in a low voice.
Lin Yu pushed the door open and entered. Before he could speak, Mo Jingyu ordered: "Be gentle and don't make noise till late."
Lin Yu first said "yes" reflexively, and then was shocked.
Wanwan?!
What kind of affectionate name is this? What happened to the prince and Divine Doctor Chu in just one night? Progress is so fast? Divine Doctor Chu hasn’t woken up yet? Is he tired?
Mo Jingyu asked coldly: "What are you looking at behind the screen?"
Lin Yu hurriedly lowered his head and gently helped Mo Jingyu wash up.
After leaving the room, he said: "Your Majesty, I have asked the shopkeeper to prepare early, but do you want Yan Ran to ask Divine Doctor Chu to use some?"
"Let her sleep a little longer." Mo Jingyu said, "From today on, we will hide our identities and keep a low profile."
Lin Yu understood and changed his words: "Yes, Master."
Mo Jingyu motioned for him to push him forward, and did not forget to tell him: "From now on, call Divine Doctor Chu my wife."
Lin Yu and Yan Ran stared at each other at the same time. Their first reaction was: Is this already cooked rice?
Otherwise, the prince is a patient at first glance, so it is not surprising to have a doctor by his side. Wouldn't it be better to have Dr. Chu instead? Why does it have to be Madam?
Lin Yu didn't dare to ask, wavering between "the master is trying to hide his identity" and "the master has evil intentions against the miracle doctor Chu".
Yan Ran looked at the door worriedly.
The three little ones tried their best to bring the prince and the lady together, which was a good thing, but in a place like this... was it too hasty?
In a blink of an eye, the sun was high in the sky, and Chu Qing was woken up at night. He was stunned and saw a vague figure in front of the bed, and asked: "What are you doing?"
The voice was not as clear and indifferent as usual, but more lazy and soft.
Mo Jingyu felt as if the tip of his heart had been hit by an ignorant cub, and his voice unconsciously softened: "It's noon, haven't you had enough sleep?"
Chu Qingwan opened one eye: "Huh?"
Mo Jingyu nodded: "Get up and have something to eat."
Chu Qingwan said vaguely, but he turned over and covered his head with the quilt, looking like he would sleep until the end of time.