Jiang Qianhai easily blocked Ning Rongrong's fist, his eyes going dead like a pair of fish eyes.
"You stayed up all night reading?"
After all, the little monster didn't appear until fairly late in the story. With only that bit of time before bed, there was no way she could have read that far.
Ning Rongrong instantly shivered. She stopped fighting and took two steps back with a fawning smile.
"You could see the words at night?"
At Jiang Qianhai's question, Ning Rongrong proudly raised her head.
"Don't forget, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is very bright!"
She felt she was simply too clever, actually coming up with a method like that.
Jiang Qianhai was speechless on the spot.
She was actually using her own Martial Soul as a lamp?
What kind of thought process was that?
Still, he had not sensed any light yesterday, so he guessed this girl had buried herself under the blanket and hidden inside to read.
But the proud Ning Rongrong panicked the very next moment. She saw Zhu Zhuqing emerge from Jiang Qianhai's side and stare at her coldly, that gaze chilling enough to scare anyone.
After all, with the way Ning Rongrong had been making a fuss just now, it would have been hard not to wake up.
"Zhuqing, I didn't do it on purpose."
Ning Rongrong's face was full of guilt. She placed both hands in front of her lower abdomen, her index fingers poking together again and again.
"Not again."
Ning Rongrong let out a breath of relief, then nodded repeatedly and promised there absolutely would not be a next time.
The little morning farce was only a minor interlude.
After breakfast, Jiang Qianhai began discussing with Xue Qinghe where they should go fishing together.
But Xue Qinghe was