Perhaps the alcohol had really played a role, but Xiao Xuan felt a woman approaching him while he was in a half-awake state. Her soft body was nestled against his body, and her icy cold lips landed on his face.
"Nanxi" he muttered from his throat, and the person who was kissing him paused.
"Nanxi, don't go!" His hand habitually reached forward to take the people around him to bed and put his head on her shoulder. He sighed and murmured, "It's really a dream. Don't be angry with me. Let's take good care of ourselves."
Feng XIII's mother waited stiffly for a while. When she saw that Xiao Xuan had not woken up, she was relieved. She carefully raised her hand and touched his face and whispered, "I will not be angry with you."
###Chapter219,Sacrificial Wife
She was about to leave Yuchuan.
