The next morning, Long Qingyan had no idea when she had fallen asleep. By the time she woke up, Long Yan was no longer on the windowsill. At first, she didn't search for any traces of Long Yan but instead looked down at the clothes under her blanket.
Other than being wrinkled from her restless sleep, her outfit was still mostly intact. In her mind, Long Yan now equated to a pervert. Only after ensuring her appearance did she consider looking for him—after all, her master had tasked her with protecting Long Yan.
Just then, Long Qingyan heard Long Yan's voice in the corridor, conversing with a girl. While sitting on the bed, she frowned slightly at the sound, but right after, a mischievous fox-like smile crept up on her pretty face.
"What? Such a bizarre story. I do know a bit about the Eastern Ancient Clan, but even within their ranks, the King of Lanling is considered a mysterious figure. Why on earth would someone like him personally send a bodyguard for you?"
