"Well, I'll see you again tomorrow." Xiao Yan laughed, waved his hand as well, and hopped back to his room. After Xiaoyan returned to the room, the smile on Luo Ming's face suddenly converged, he lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, opened the door, and returned to his room with Leng Yetong.
When I returned to the room, the sky outside became dark in an instant, and the night pearl hanging high in the sky lost its light, like a huge black pearl hanging in the sky. Luo Ming had long been accustomed to this kind of darkness, and a light blue flame ignited in his hand, illuminating a corner of the room. He walked to the candlestick, lit all the candles, the room suddenly became brighter, put away the flame in his hand, and walked towards the inner room.
Back in the inner room, the little person on the bed occupied a place inside, with a small body curled up, her eyes slightly closed, her breathing was even, and she couldn't tell for a while whether she was really asleep or just closing her eyes. Eyes God. Luo Ming snapped his fingers lightly, and his own body began to change, fading away from Lan Ling's lovely appearance, he was still him, Luo Ming, the arrogant Highness of the Shui Tribe. The person on the bed also changed, the appearance of green ling faded away, replaced by the person of the allure, with long black hair casually draped on the bed. The person on the bed frowned for a moment. Although it was well hidden, he was still caught.
Luo Ming walked to the bed and looked down at her with a warm smile on her face. She didn't move, as if she was asleep, but the slightly rolling eyes under her lids betrayed her. He didn't pierce it, showing that he had taken off his coat, then sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes, lying on the bed lightly, trying his best to pretend he didn't know she wasn't sleeping, for fear of disturbing her sweet dreams.
The two of them were tacit, he understood that she was not sleeping, and she understood that he was looking at her, both of them understood each other's current state, but neither spoke, and remained relatively silent.
"I don't remember when I said you could sleep here." In the end, Leng Yetong couldn't bear it anymore. She hated the feeling of being relatively speechless. He said, "His Royal Highness is really forgetful. Could it be that it took me so long to forget what I said before."
"Tong'er, I don't like you calling me Your Highness." Luo Ming frowned slightly and said with some displeasure. The name of Leng Yetong made him feel very uncomfortable. The alienation seemed to return to the first meeting more than a thousand years ago. She negotiated with him on behalf of the Nuwa tribe outside the Shui tribe. The 'His Royal Highness' was His lingering pain, it was this sound of His Highness, it was destined that they would not be able to walk together.
"Then what do you think I should call you?" Leng Yetong snorted and asked back with raised eyebrows. He smiled coldly and said in a bad tone, "Should I call you Luo Ming or Baili Liumo? You have become unknown to me now, I don't know how to treat you, I'm also starting to wonder how long we can go. I'm having a hard time accepting the way you treat me. Your concealment from me makes me feel like I'm a fool! The irreversible quarrel between us, while we are both calm now, let's end our conversation tonight, so as not to say those hurtful words in a state of unconsciousness."