She couldn't understand why she suddenly dreamt of Little Prince Jin; perhaps it was because she hadn't seen him in so many years, not even a photo or a portrait.
So, in her subconscious, she had such a dream, and Jing Yiren didn't think much of it.
She reached out a small hand and hooked it around Lu Ming's neck to continue sleeping.
Their skin closely pressed together.
In his sleep, Lu Ming subconsciously tightened his arm, drawing the little woman in his embrace even closer...
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The next day, at noon.
Jing Yiren received a call from Sister Qiu, saying that today's filming was canceled because Zheng Peipei was hospitalized and couldn't shoot.
"Yiren, I heard Zheng Peipei's injuries aren't light. Did you go too far when you hit her yesterday?"
"..." Upon hearing this, Jing Yiren frowned tightly.
She had only slapped Zheng Peipei twice, and the medicine bottle had only chipped her gums, at most causing superficial injuries.
