Fu Yisi's expression was indecipherable, his head lowered as he looked at Ji Sang in his arms, silent for a long, long time.
So long that Wu Jing's legs began to tremble, so long that even the composed Cao Zheng started to worry about Wu Jing's recklessness.
"Hmm…"
Ji Sang in the man's arms moved slightly, breaking the heavy chill in the room.
Fu Yisi gently patted her back as usual, hoping to make her sleep more peacefully. However, unexpectedly, Ji Sang opened her eyes, looking at Fu Yisi with a confused expression.
In her subconscious, she was still worried about Fu Yisi's injury.
So, she couldn't sleep peacefully at all.
"Didn't you sleep?"
Ji Sang's voice was a bit hoarse and soft, very different from her usual cool tone. Wu Jing, being younger, raised his head curiously to peek at the bed despite his fear upon hearing the unusual voice.
But he only dared to take one look.
Fearing discovery by the young master, which would only make things worse for him.
