Linghe's voice was very pleasant to the ear, and the gentle tune was really very hypnotic. Elliot was confusedly wondering why children would sleep on branches and fly on cliffs. Before he could figure it out, he fell into a deep dream.
At night, I dreamed that I had wings and flew to the top of a cliff to enjoy the scenery. The mountain wind whistled past my ears, and the heat and humidity stuck to my chest. Elliot felt a little uncomfortable, so he flapped his wings hard to fly over the cliff, but his wings suddenly stopped working and he fell straight down.
"Ah!" Elliot woke up immediately, stunned for a moment, and rubbed his eyes. The dim light from outside the window came in through the window sill, shining on the pillow covered with a jade pillow mat.
Something seemed to be missing? Elliot thought hard, and when all his memories came back, he remembered, where was the Prince of Feng?
He pulled aside the thin blanket and saw the guy in the ice silk undershirt huddled beside him with his face pressed against his chest. Because it was a little cold after lifting the blanket, he tried to crawl under him.
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