Ling Hua squatted down and looked at Yan Qing, who lay on the ground as if he had plans to sleep right through, and poked his face, watching him furrow his brows. She then poked his neck and watched him somewhat irritably swat her hand away, followed by pinching his nose, at which his face faithfully expressed displeasure.
She found it amusing and tugged at his long eyelashes, only to be caught by his hand. At last, he spoke, "Stop it!"
Ling Hua sighed, "Brother, do you know you're currently sleeping on the ground?"
Yan Qing hummed a groggy "Hmm" in response.
Ling Hua saw that he knew but seemed to have grown accustomed to sleeping on the ground. Was he really planning to just sleep there? She was speechless for a moment before calling out behind her, "Duanyang, carry your young Marquis home."
