They had actually slept like this all night, and nothing happened—it was a bit too pure.
Maybe steal a kiss as compensation?
Thinking this, her face gradually neared Ji Luochen's.
She didn't expect that at this moment, Ji Luochen suddenly opened his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Looking at the tiny face close to him, Ji Luochen asked.
"Uh—" Mu Lingyun quickly retreated, then coughed a few times, "Cough, cough—I just saw what seemed like an inconspicuous scar on your forehead."
"You ignore the scar on your own face, yet you pay attention to the faint one on my forehead?"
There indeed was something scar-like on his forehead, but it wasn't from an injury; it was the Ji family's bloodline totem, a birthmark that was light and fine, hard to see unless you looked closely.
"The scar on my face will disappear soon," Mu Lingyun confidently declared.
Ji Luochen neither agreed nor disagreed, but instead asked, "Does your body... still hurt?"
