The two exchanged looks, Shui Yiyi's bright eyes trembled, an autumn wave rippling, provoking compassion.
Just as Ye Qingfeng was about to take a further step, a crisp voice suddenly sounded.
"Master, you're back."
Ye Bufan opened the door, emerging with some delight.
Shui Yiyi was startled, hastily separating from Ye Qingfeng, her cheeks reddened adorably, even her crystal-clear earlobes were flushed, her head lowered, embarrassed to look at Ye Bufan.
It was like a wife and husband being intimate at home, suddenly caught by their child, truly embarrassing.
"Uh, do you need me to avoid?" Ye Bufan tilted his head and asked, preparing to turn back to his room.
"Alright, come here." Ye Qingfeng said with amusement, after all, he was no lecher.
Ye Bufan obediently walked to stand in front of Ye Qingfeng.
