Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 82 Warm and Soft

Feng Twelve knew he was dreaming, but he suspected it was more than just a dream.

Because everything in the dream was different from the world he was familiar with, the only thing that was the same was that there was still a Fang Tong here.

Even Fang Tong looked unfamiliar to him.

Could this be where she came from?

A bizarre place that even the supernatural stories cannot describe.

Feng Twelve didn’t have this dream for long, he woke up soon.

After waking up, he saw the kitten on the bed moved.

It was difficult for him to describe his feelings at that time. The previous moment, Fang Tong's lonely appearance was still lingering in his mind, and the next moment, he saw the kitten open its eyes, revealing the familiar agility.

A strange emotion surged in his chest, and he didn't know how to describe it. It was not just a kind of joy, it seemed to be much more complicated than that.

He wanted to tell her about the dream, but when the words came to his lips, he felt it was not worth mentioning.

No matter what the dream meant, as long as she woke up, it would be fine.

Fang Tong heard Feng Twelve say that he had a dream. After waiting for a long time but hearing nothing further, he could not help but urged him to "meow".

Feng Twelve would not have nothing better to do than chat with her. Since he specifically mentioned this dream, he must have his own purpose.

However, Feng Twelve stopped right away and actually didn't continue.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "Xiao Nian bought some shrimp wontons."

As he spoke, he looked at her and added, "But I'm afraid you can't eat it now."

The wontons had already gone cold, and more importantly, Fang Tong was still very weak. She looked unable to get up and could only drink some soup that was easily digested.

Fang Tong glared at him.

Knowing that she couldn't eat it, he still said it deliberately to tempt her. She could already smell the aroma.

She glared at him very hard, and her amber pupils looked round and bright under the light. When Feng Twelve saw it, he was not angry at all. Instead, he revealed a genuine smile.

"When you get better, you can eat whatever you want." He promised seriously.

Fang Tong shook her ears and said, "Okay, since he is so sincere, she won't bother with him."

She looked at the candle on the table and saw that it had burned out. A faint white light shone through the window paper, indicating that a night had passed.

She was still very tired and was about to take another nap when she suddenly remembered that Feng Twelve was sitting beside her bed when she woke up. So he had been guarding her all night?
This discovery touched her somewhat.

She has been an orphan since childhood. After graduating from university, she worked alone in another place. Only Fang Xiaohua was with her at home. When she was sick, she always took care of herself. She never experienced such days with someone guarding her bedside after she left the orphanage.

She looked at Feng Twelve and felt a sense of grievance for no apparent reason.

It’s not that there’s really anything worth being sad about, but I couldn’t help but feel a lump in my throat when I suddenly received such kindness.

He was always like this, making her feel warm and soft inside.

Fang Tong considers herself not a crying person. Ever since she cried last time, she would never want to cry again in front of Feng Twelve.

She quickly glanced away, curled up into a ball, and buried her face under her right paw.

Feng Twelve heard her breathing gradually stabilize, then stood up and went to the table to extinguish the candle.

Fang Tong secretly raised one eye and glanced at his blurry back.

She thought he would leave after seeing that she was safe, but he turned back. He still sat on the chair beside the bed, closed his eyes, and seemed to be resting.

Fang Tong looked at the bed.

The bed was big enough for two people to sleep in, but she was just a cat and could lie down on just one pillow, so she could just give him all the space.

But she knew Feng Twelve would not come up.

Even if she was a cat, he wouldn't take advantage of her.

Fang Tong meowed softly, wanting to ask him to sleep in another room, but she saw that he had his eyes closed, and a hand reached out accurately and stroked her head gently.

"Have a good rest. We can talk when you wake up."

Fang Tong had a lot to say, but Feng Twelve's voice carried a commanding tone. He didn't seem anxious to hear about what happened to her last night. He just stubbornly asked her to go to sleep.

Fang Tong felt the gentle caress on her head and her eyelids began to twitch. Finally, she gave up resisting and decisively surrendered to sleepiness.

Feng Twelve noticed that her body gradually softened and her brows relaxed a little.

The morning light outside the window gradually brightened, and he lowered the curtains beside the bed to block out the light.

He could see that Fang Tong had something to say. She must have discovered something in Furong Courtyard last night, but he just wanted her to recover from her injuries. As for other things, he would check it out himself.

In Furong Courtyard, the night's noise gradually turned into silence.

When the sun rises, it is time for people here to rest.

Qingluan hasn't slept yet.

She leaned against the window and raised her hand to stroke her hair that was messed up by the wind.

"Sir, are you sure Bing Qi is not with Feng Twelve?" She turned around and asked the people in the room, "If Feng Twelve didn't find him, how could he suddenly appear near Furong Courtyard?"

Wuyueshanren sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. "I played a game of chess with him, but he was distracted and obviously didn't find anyone."

Qingluan smiled, picked up a fallen leaf by the window, and played with it in her hand: "So, he really cares about Bingqi. I wonder what means Bingqi used to make the always aloof Twelfth Prince obsessed with her."

"Bing Qi is from your White Bird Pavilion. How could you not know what methods she has?" Wu Yue Shanren asked, "I thought you knew everything about your opponent."

Qing Luan's face changed: "Sir, you are very powerful, but you didn't realize that there are people who are trying to get the prince like you. I don't think you are much better."

Wuyueshanren smiled and said, "Qingluan, you and I have known each other for a long time. You want to use my help to get rid of Bainiao Pavilion, and I also want to use your people to do things for me. Although we each get what we need, we are also in the same camp. Why do you have to confront me?"

Qing Luan was silent for a while: "Mr. and I have already agreed that after this deal is done, we will go our separate ways. Did you forget, Mr.?"

Wuyueshanren took a sip of tea and smiled, "If there is one, there will be two. If there is two, there will be three. The reward I give you is enough for you to start a new business. Don't you want to continue to cooperate with me and make a name for yourself?"

"No thanks." Qingluan said, "Sir, you are walking on a single-plank bridge. The bridge is too narrow to accommodate two people."

"But once you walk over there, you will reach the road to heaven," Wuyueshanren put down his teacup and looked at her, "Wouldn't the deputy envoy be tempted?"

"I can't see through your intentions, sir, nor do I want to," Qingluan crushed the fallen leaves in her hand, "but sir, you are an old customer. If there is business in the future, I can give you a discount."

Wuyueshanren laughed loudly: "I like your straightforwardness, but the situation is calm now, so it is not advisable to alert the enemy. It is better for the deputy envoy to finish his own business first."

Qing Luan said coldly: "Bing Qi was seriously injured and will definitely not be able to escape from Linshui County. Just keep an eye on Feng Twelve and make sure they don't run into each other."

"Of course," said Wuyueshanren, "but don't worry, Feng Twelve won't be able to stay in Linshui County for a few days. When he leaves here, there will be even bigger troubles waiting for him."

(End of this chapter)