C922 Disorder due to Concern

"One hour." Junling put a strand of Nian Qingci's hair on his fingertips lazily.

There was a whimper in his mind.

It seemed to be extremely comfortable.

"It's late at night. If you're tired, go and rest for a while. This King will tell you when there's news later. Hm?" Junling felt sorry for Nian Qingci as he looked at her black eyes.

Nian Qingci shook her head