Murong Yan calmly sipped his coffee: "Floating around, is that freedom?"
"Ahem, I was out gathering information for you," Nan Moxin said, "I discovered a big secret, about you."
"I'm not interested in secrets."
"..."
Nan Moxin was already exhausted. To survive, she clung to Murong Yan like an octopus.
Smelling his scent, feeling his body heat, her strength slightly returned.
Unfortunately, this way of recovery was too slow.
So tired, so sleepy, I want to sleep...
Nan Moxin closed her eyes, her breathing gradually becoming heavier.
Murong Yan finished his cup of coffee before reaching out to pull her into his arms.
In front of him, she had a physical form, but like a feather, she was pulled into his embrace with a light tug.
"Next time, still want to float around?" Murong Yan asked, his gentle voice tinged with a hint of threat.
"No more." Nan Moxin opened her eyes and said weakly.
Only then did Murong Yan transfer some energy to her.
