After thinking it over, Yan Qianyi felt it was still necessary to explain things to Mu Yunlie.
"I... I didn't tell my brother that you're Nangong Jie's grandson. And... your grandfather has retired, so my brother has no reason to harm you. When we see him tomorrow, I will ask him..."
"Don't talk," Mu Yunlie interrupted her explanation, his warm breath falling on the top of her head. "And don't move around, I'm tired, let's sleep."
Yan Qianyi wanted to get up, but his long arm was pressing on her waist.
Her body stiffened for a while before his voice came, dreamy.
"Sorry..."
Yan Qianyi was taken aback.
Was he apologizing for strangling her neck earlier?
She slowly turned her head to look at him.
His breathing was even, as if he had already fallen asleep.
He had just suffered a bout of toxin release; he needed to rest.
Worried that getting up would wake Mu Yunlie, Yan Qianyi stiffly lay still, letting him hold her.
