“Yunshu,” he suddenly called out lovingly.
Ji Yunshu’s smile faded bit by bit at his voice, her last defences finally crumbling down as she met Jing Rong’s straightforward and intense gaze.
Jing Rong’s charismatic sculpted features turned slightly worried at Ji Yunshu’s gaze, his long slender fingers reaching out once more for her cheek. “Yunshu, I hope to raise our children and grow old together in this life. This Prince vows to never leave your side no matter the obstacle – this promise is eternal.”
Ji Yunshu’s eyes reddened, her tears falling onto his fingers as he finished his declaration. How could her gratefulness be possibly measured? Her smile returned, tears of joy streaming down her face.
She nodded after a long while.
Jing Rong pulled her into a backhug, removing her hair ornament from her crown. Ji Yunshu’s long black hair cascaded down onto the pillow and Jing Rong’s arms.
That night, the two of them slept comfortably in loose robes; Ji Yunshu had never had slept this comfortably in this life.
The next morning, she woke and turned to find Jing Rong’s arms still tightly wrapped around her, fast asleep. The sunlight streaming through the window fell onto Jing Rong’s profile, and Ji Yunshu reached out towards his long lashes, lightly touching them. She quickly drew them back, but was caught by Jing Rong.
He opened his eyes to see the flustered Ji Yunshu in front of him, a knowing smirk spreading across his thin lips, “You naughty little thing, it’s only morning, yet you can’t keep your hands to yourself?”
“Prove it!” She blushed indignantly, flinging her covers off as she got down from the bed, her long robes and flowing black hair swept up in one fluid motion. With her back to the light, Jing Rong stared wordlessly, thoroughly mesmerised. This woman is beautiful beyond compare; her beauty is peerless!
Ji Yunshu straightened her crumpled robe, putting up her hair with a silver hairpin. She then cooly turned around and said, “It’s time to wake up – you should be leaving.”
Oh my god, what a role reversal! Aren’t these words supposed to come from a cool and haughty male protagonist in those romance novels? Jing Rong stretched lazily instead, his hands behind his head, sitting comfortably in bed. He answered Ji Yunshu casually, “This Prince can’t bear to rise in this beautiful morning.”
Ji Yunshu turned around and narrowed her eyes at him. Sleep then! Sleep tight! Unwilling to lose, she tossed out a retort, “Actually, pigs are the same!” Pigs are naturally lazy, lazing around despite the bustling and busy morning!