Jiangli felt like she had returned to a very familiar environment, her entire being relaxed and she fell into a deep slumber.
This time, she slept soundly.
She did not know for how long she had been asleep when she heard Fu Shiyan's voice, tender like water, as if he was coaxing a child, and yet it seemed like a voice she had heard countless times before somewhere.
"Lili, wake up, we've arrived."
Without thinking, Jiangli reached out her hands, and with practiced ease, she hugged the person in front of her as if she had done it a thousand times before, nestling in their embrace, mumbling, "Stop it, let me sleep a bit longer, just a bit longer..."
Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu, seated in the front, jumped.
They exchanged glances that were filled with doubt about life itself.
Just now, it seemed like...
They heard the Abbot acting spoiled?
They must have heard it wrong, right?
In their memory, such a fierce and iron-blooded Abbot could be a person who acts spoiled?
