Zhou Danqing took a deep breath and said, "As a disciple, it's my duty to take care of my elder. Since the elder is not feeling well, it's only natural for me, Danqing, to relieve his worries."
Qin Hao looked around and asked, "Don't you have a couch here? If there's no couch, the bed will do, sitting is too uncomfortable!"
After speaking, he got up and walked towards the inner hall. Inside Danqing Palace, there was indeed no couch. In the inner hall's bedroom, there was a large bed where Zhou Danqing slept, but she seldom rested on it, spending most of her time cultivating.
Qin Hao walked to her bed and turned to ask, "Danqing, you don't mind if your elder lies on it, do you?"
Zhou Danqing managed a slight smile on her face, "Not at all, elder, please lie down."
Qin Hao lay down on Zhou Danqing's bed. Her bed exuded a faint fragrance, whether it was the scent of powder or her body fragrance, it was comforting and invigorating.
