Qingling actually hadn't fallen asleep, and when she knew the visitor was Fanxing, she didn't move; what she didn't expect to hear were such words.
Does Brother Fanxing also love her?
Since he loves her so much, how could she bear to disappoint him?
Qingling's long eyelashes trembled gently as she slowly opened her bright eyes and met Fanxing's peach blossom eyes.
"Qingling, I, I didn't mean to enter your room on purpose." Fanxing's peach blossom eyes panicked, clumsily explaining, "I just came to see if you had kicked off your covers, don't catch a cold."
This excuse wouldn't even be believed by a three-year-old; could a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage catch a cold from kicking off their covers?
Fanxing knew he had said something foolish and gradually quieted down, his eyes filled with shame.
