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Meng Youning pressed her hand hard against her chest, her originally delicate face now flushed red.

She involuntarily swallowed, looking extremely uncomfortable.

After a while, Meng Youning's expression finally calmed down a lot, and her coughing gradually subsided.

She turned slightly to the side, and the tip of her nose just happened to touch Qi Ran's cheek.

A strange sensation came over him, and Qi Ran subconsciously took a step back, touching the tip of his nose somewhat awkwardly.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see that the tips of his ears are slightly red.

He half-clenched his fist, brought it to his lips, coughed lightly, and said in a low voice, "Since... since you're better, I'll head over now."

After saying that, without waiting for Meng Youning's reply, he lifted his foot and walked to the side on his own.

With lightning speed, he rushed to the bed, grabbed the blankets, and covered himself completely.

The series of movements were exceptionally smooth.

His face was pressed tightly against the bed, and for a moment all he could hear were muffled sounds.

The sensation from that moment just now lingered in his mind.

He bit his lip tightly, his right hand unconsciously touching his right cheek, his eyes darkening.

Just a moment ago, he was as if he had been struck by a pressure point, and he couldn't move at all.

This feeling seemed pretty good, and he didn't resist it.

Having witnessed all of this, Meng Youning wore a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, do you not need to take off your boots when you sleep?"

Qi Ran, who was grinning foolishly under the covers, suddenly froze. He abruptly threw off the covers and shouted at Meng Youning without turning his head, "This young master likes it this way, do you have a problem with that?"

Meng Youning looked speechless. "No."

Immediately, she watched as Qi Ran quietly took off his boots again.

Meng Youning tilted her head slightly. What's up with this guy?

She shook her head, not wanting to think about it any further, and turned to lie down on the couch.

Although she mostly pretended to be respectable in front of Qi Ran and other outsiders.

But I did feel a vague discomfort in my throat, as if there was something foreign stuck there, unable to go up or down.

Her eyes were slightly closed, her hands clasped together and resting on her ears.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Youning fell into a deep sleep, and two even breathing sounds filled the room.

In an instant, the candlelight flickered in the room, and a gust of wind blew in silently.

Qi Ran, lying on the side couch, couldn't help but frown, and subconsciously buried his head under the covers again.

His lips moved slightly, as if he were trapped in a strange feeling.

"Ran'er, have you taken good care of yourself while I was away?"

A slightly ethereal voice rang out.

Qi Ran was clearly taken aback. He looked up and saw that everything within sight was covered in white mist.

The sound came from within that patch of white mist.

He could vaguely see a figure in the white mist.

Judging from its appearance, it vaguely resembles the figure of a woman.

However, the woman was facing away from him, so he couldn't see her clearly.

A voice inside him told him that this was a dream!

Qi Ran slightly turned his body to the side, held his breath, and walked forward.

However, as he took a step forward, the people in front of him seemed to follow suit.

No matter how long he walks, the distance between him and that white mist will never change.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, he abruptly called out, "Sister Ling, is that you? Sister Ling?"

Upon realizing this, Qi Ran's expression became visibly agitated.

He ran forward tirelessly, shouting all the while.

Suddenly, the surrounding white mist dissipated completely, and the figure in front became clearer and clearer.

Qi Ran paused slightly, then cautiously spoke again, "Sister Ling, I miss you so much, and I regret it so much. If I had been a little smarter back then, would you not have been tortured to death by those people?"

He reached out slightly, his voice choked with emotion, "You...you still hate me, is that why I couldn't even find your body?"

He said a lot in one breath, but there was no response from the other side.

Qi Ran continued talking to himself.

After an unknown amount of time, the figure finally spoke, "Don't be sad, everything is fate. From now on, you must treat her well."

Qi Ran exclaimed "Ah!" looking completely bewildered.

At the same time, the white fog in the sky reappeared and gradually turned into black fog.

All the black mist slowly gathered, and several thunderclaps burst in the air, startling Qi Ran so much that he involuntarily trembled.

The thunder subsided, and the view ahead stretched out endlessly. The intense white light was so dazzling that it made Qi Ran's eyes glaze over.

Qi Ran suddenly spoke up, "Sister Ling, you still haven't explained yourself clearly. What exactly did you mean just now? Who do you want me to treat well?"

Qi Ran looked anxious and wanted to continue forward.

Suddenly, the figure in front of them turned around abruptly.

Qi Ran stared intently, then her pupils widened suddenly. "How is it you?"

Meng Youning muttered softly, and as soon as she turned around, she heard a very penetrating voice ring in her ear.

As if realizing something was wrong, Meng Youning suddenly opened her eyes.

By sheer coincidence, her eyes met Qi Ran's dark pupils.

Almost instinctively, Meng Youning delivered a side kick, striking Qi Ran squarely in the waist and sending him crashing down.

Meng Youning sat up abruptly, grabbed the blankets from the side, clutched them tightly in her hand, and stared warily at Qi Ran under the bed.

Qi Ran cried out in pain, clutching her lower back with one hand and supporting herself on the ground with the other as she slowly got up.

He stared angrily at Meng Youning, about to speak.

But then she saw Meng Youning looking at Qi Ran with concern, and cautiously asked, "Young Master, are you alright? Youning didn't mean to..."

Her tone rose slightly at the end.

Qi Ran swallowed back the words she was about to say, and only said dryly, "Be more careful next time."

"Rumble..."

A flash of white light streaked past outside, illuminating the darkness for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderclap that shook the sky suddenly rang out, so loud that Qi Ran jumped onto the bed without thinking and curled up into a ball.

He stared intently at Meng Youning.

Meng Youning was speechless; a grown man was afraid of thunder.

She remained outwardly calm, but asked with feigned concern, "Young Master, are you alright?"

As she spoke, she lifted the hem of her dress, intending to get off the bed directly, but Qi Ran stopped her in time.

"Hey, hey, don't move. We'll sleep here together. I don't mind."

Meng Youning: Is this a question of whether you mind or not?

A slow smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked at Qi Ran with a charming smile. "But it was the young master himself who said that You Ning should stay away from you."

As Meng Youning spoke, she pointed to Qi Ran standing to the side.

Qi Ran silently moved his head to the side and lay down on his own. "It's nothing, I don't mind at all, why are you still nagging?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quietly pulled the blankets closer to himself, as if he felt it wasn't warm enough. He then grabbed a corner of Meng Youning's blankets and quietly pulled it closer to himself.

Qi Ran wasn't much taller than her, and as Qi Ran kept pulling the blankets up, her feet naturally came out.

She unconsciously put her feet together and rubbed them together, looking pitiful and helpless.

At that moment, another clap of thunder sounded outside. Qi Ran closed his eyes tightly, his body trembling slightly.

Meng Youning lowered her eyes slightly and could clearly feel Qi Ran trembling under the covers.

Are you really that scared?

Meng Youning gripped a corner of the blanket and silently pulled it closer to herself, while simultaneously shifting her entire body upwards.