Seeing how Chu Qiao could barely open keep her eyes open, Yan Xun burst out in laughter. "What are you agreeing for? You are so tired."
"I…am not. I've been listening carefully," with a yawn, Chu Qiao replied.
Yan Xun stood up, and with one swift action he scooped her up into his arms like a bride, and whispered gently, "There is no point in worrying about him. Either way, what will come, will come. Let us wait and see who will be the first to act up."
Cowering in Yan Xun's embrace, Chu Qiao muttered a reply. With her arms around Yan Xun's neck, she fell into a deep slumber.
Under the moonlight, the horn for lights out sounded off in the distant army encampment. With thousands of lights going out almost all at once, it was truly a spectacular sight to behold. Looking at the lady in his arms, Yan Xun was suddenly filled with energy and motivation.