Fengyu rarely looked bewildered, "Bad sleeping posture?"
"Talking in your sleep, yelling to fight and kill, then screaming—so noisy." Fang Lingjun pulled up her sleeping robe, revealing a patch of bruises on her calf. "You kicked me, it hurt a lot."
Fengyu froze for a moment, then muttered, "What did I say while dreaming?"
"You're always rambling nonsense. Why bother remembering?!" Fang Lingjun pointed at the bruise on her calf, accusingly, "You don't care about me at all."
Fengyu snapped back and fetched a bottle of medicinal wine from an inner cabinet to apply for her. Fang Lingjun burst into laughter, "I'm teasing you. A little bruise is nothing. When I was practicing horseback riding, I almost broke my leg."
"Ayu, why do you hug a round bolster when sleeping?" Fang Lingjun had wanted to ask this for a while.
Hugging the bolster, Fengyu's brows curved into a smile. "If I don't hold onto something, I can't sleep soundly."
