The fierce little hedgehog had no idea what bird's nest was, sensing only the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, which felt like where she belonged.
From the moment she became conscious, she was either beaten or scolded, her constant companion being the nauseating, rusty stench of blood.
Mu Rongche let her bite him without stopping or persuading her, until she grew tired and lay on his shoulder, gradually tilting her head and falling asleep.
One hand holding the bird's nest and the other cradling her, Mu Rongche's arms had long since gone numb; unable to bear seeing him so weary, his deputy ran over, took the bird's nest from his hands, and accidentally kicked a stool; Mu Rongche reminded him, "Be quiet."
Don't wake the little hedgehog on his shoulder.
The sight made the deputy's heart ache, "Your Highness, why bother? You don't owe her anything!"
