All I could do was pick up Xing Wenqing and float toward her boudoir. Of course, I had no idea where her boudoir was, but then I remembered her private academy of calligraphy and painting, so I flew into the academy and looked around. Sure enough, I couldn't find anywhere that looked like a boudoir.
With no other choice, I asked Xing Wenqing. Although the girl was seven or eight parts drunk, when I asked where her boudoir was, she actually pointed to a room with its door open. Seeing the many unfinished paintings displayed outside, I had assumed it was a storeroom and never considered that it might be her boudoir.
Since Xing Wenqing said it was, I didn't mind barging in. After entering this "storeroom" and walking around the paintings, I was left laughing and crying at once when I found a bed inside. The exquisite furnishings of a young woman's boudoir all around it proved that she hadn't lied. However, aside from the bed, the room was connected to the studio, and the atmosphere of ink and brushwork filled the entire place. It really was a family steeped in learning.
I quickly carried her to the bed, but Xing Wenqing showed no intention of letting me leave. She wrapped her arms around my neck and yanked me onto her bed. I could only topple forward and brace myself on the mattress. Patting her arm, I said, "Miss Xing, it's time to sleep. You're already in bed."
"No... Qing'er wants you to stay with me... Since this is Qing'er's dream... Qing'er won't let you leave..." Xing Wenqing murmured as she looked at me, then her beautiful lips pressed heavily against my forehead.
I smiled and said, "All right, you're not dreaming right now. If you wake up like