Gu Jin sat in the audience, clearly noticing the Yin Yue Sect disciples going easy.
The more she watched, the more bored she became, and she soon grew drowsy.
An Mingji glanced sideways, noticing her arm propped on the table, hand supporting her chin, unsteady from sleepiness.
Watching for a while, when her chin nearly slipped for the seventh time, he reached out and half-embraced her.
To prevent others from peeking at her face, he adjusted the coat draped over her, concealing her beautiful visage.
Smelling the familiar scent, Gu Jin relaxed her body, leaning into the young man's embrace.
She half-closed her eyes, lazily watching the perfunctory martial contest on the stage.
An Mingji lowered his head, Gu Jin's languid demeanor fully in view, a soft smile curved his lips.
This good mood was soon disrupted.
Allen, who had quietly left before, returned to his usual spot.
He bent slightly, whispering a few words in An Mingji's ear.
