"I thought our little disciple was just daydreaming!"
"What are you talking about!" Xia Luyao immediately retorted, her cheeks slightly flushed, "I wasn't daydreaming! Stop flattering yourself."
Seeing Xia Luyao's embarrassed look, Lin Beichen's amusement grew even stronger.
He didn't continue to tease her but instead changed the subject: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Get some rest; there'll be no time to sleep once we reach Bernier."
Xia Luyao, hearing this, also felt she was indeed a bit tired.
She nodded, leaned back on the seat, and closed her eyes.
Lin Beichen looked at her peaceful sleeping face, and a surge of tenderness filled his heart.
He reached for the blanket beside him and gently covered her with it.
As time passed, the sky outside the cabin gradually brightened.
In her sleep, Xia Luyao felt somewhat uncomfortable and groggily opened her eyes.
