Fortunately, holding her felt even better than he had imagined.
Xing Chen clenched his teeth, moved his body a bit, wanting to distance himself from Xiangsi.
But just as he moved, it seemed like the sleeping Ran Xiangsi sensed something, and she tried hard to lean closer to Xing Chen.
"Hold me..."
When living alone, sometimes at night during thunderstorms, Ran Xiangsi wasn't afraid, but the Prince was.
When the Prince was very young, he would shiver all over at the sound of thunder and wouldn't fall asleep unless he was nestled in Ran Xiangsi's arms.
Now, Xiangsi was treating the arm belonging to Xing Chen in her embrace as if it were the Prince.
Xing Chen's retreating motion halted in surprise, and as he lowered his head, he accidentally noticed the wound on Ran Xiangsi's head.
His bandaging skills weren't as practiced as a doctor's, so a bit of gauze was exposed.
A small patch of white stimulated Xing Chen's brain.
