The saintess calculated everything but miscalculated one move, ending up preparing a wedding dress for Long Yi, who appeared out of nowhere.
Since the potion originated from Dongyi, naturally its effectiveness is greater there.
After Xiao Ji fell asleep, he started dreaming with all scenes being his last "fleeting glimpse".
Handsome Long Yi, adorable Long Yi, super fierce Long Yi...
In short, everywhere was Long Yi.
This was the potion's effect, irresistible by human power.
When he woke up, Long Yi's impression was deeply ingrained in his mind, impossible to erase.
"You're awake?"
Princess Xinyang's voice sounded beside him.
He opened his eyes and saw that he was still in the saintess's inner hall, lying on a small bamboo bed covered with tiger skin, and a thick blanket covering him.
Charcoal was burning in the hall, so it wasn't cold at all.
He looked at Qin Fengwan, glanced around, and swore that his gaze unintentionally swept over the saintess's bedchamber.
