Seeing Ke Yanqing's gentle demeanor, still immersed in the role, Xia Feng truly found it hard to maintain composure.
He was genuinely unable to judge whether this woman was part of Hua God's plan, or if she was deliberately keeping him here.
Thinking of this, he shook his head, his eyelids drooping as if somewhat drowsy, then pushed the wheelchair's rims with both hands, attempting to roll out of the center of the Cloud Platform by himself.
"Sister Qing, I'm really a bit sleepy, I'd like to go back to sleep..."
"....." Seeing Xia Feng disregard her and not obediently listen, Ke Yanqing frowned and swiftly held down Xia Feng's hands.
"Hmm?" Xia Feng queried in confusion, lifting his gaze, pausing as he felt somewhat uneasy, "Sister Qing, you...."
"Are you hiding something from me?"
As he spoke, he shook his head again, covering his forehead as his expression shifted, seemingly trying to recall something.
