This trip was worthwhile, as I managed to gather clear information about Dugu Xiaojin's illness from Princess Consort Shun.
When Feng Bailing returned to the side hall, it was already deep into the night.
On the couch, Dugu Wu and his son had actually fallen asleep. Even in his dreams, the man's brow was tightly furrowed. Under the lamplight, his facial features were as if carved by the gods, extraordinarily handsome.
Dugu Xiaojin turned over, kicking off the covers.
His sleeping posture was as restless as Feng Xiaoli's. Feng Bailing couldn't help but laugh in amusement as she stepped forward to tuck Dugu Xiaojin back under the covers.
Little did she know that Dugu Wu's sleeping habits were even less restrained; half of his body was exposed.
Such a golden opportunity, how could she miss it!
Feng Bailing eagerly stepped forward to pull the covers, but as soon as she touched them, Dugu Wu seemed to sense something. He grabbed Feng Bailing's hand.
