In the end, under Lu Qingchen's watchful gaze, Ning Xiang drank a bellyful of medicinal broth. She could feel it sloshing inside her whenever she moved.
Zhou Ruoxue was very pleased. "I'm going back to sleep! I'll get up bright and early tomorrow to brew more medicine for Senior Sister Ning. I've been run off my feet! But Senior Sister Ning has protected me so many times, and now I finally have a chance to do something for her!"
Had Zhou Ruoxue left even a step later, Ning Xiang would have chopped her to pieces.
Once only the two of them remained in the room, Ning Xiang snapped out of her daze.
Damn it, why do I feel like a two-timing woman again? Wait, why did I say again?
Too ashamed to face Lu Qingchen, Ning Xiang wrapped herself into a cocoon and gave an exaggerated yawn. "I'm sleepy!"
Lu Qingchen reached out to ruffle her hair, but withdrew his hand before it touched her.
For some reason, ever since they had emerged from that illusion last time, he felt as though a barrier stood between them whenever he saw Ning Xiang.
After Lu Qingchen left, Ning Xiang let out a breath.
Her gaze fell on the few hawthorn candies beside her pillow.
Had Lu Qingchen left them there?
Having slept too much during the day, she found it hard to sleep that night, and her thoughts wandered.
Scenes of her time with these male leads kept resurfacing in her mind.
Ning Xiang abruptly sat up. A terrifying suspicion had occurred to her.
Then she stuffed herself back under the covers.
No, you've got it wrong.
Go to sleep.
Lu Qingchen sought out Ning Pingzhang and Shaowei, and they discussed matters together.
"We've confirmed the identities of those cultivators. One