C218 Late at Night

In the middle of the night, Song Mo was sleeping soundly. Zhu'er mumbled and half sat up, scratching her arm.

So itchy, so itchy.

Song Mo, who was still in a daze, felt an itch and sat up.

"Zhu'er?"

"Empress?"

The two black shadows looked at each other.

Song Mo crawled out of bed and lit the candle. The room suddenly lit up.

"Zhu Er, stop scratching