Ling Yuezi was about to ask Li Xingsheng.
Li Xingsheng suddenly raised his sleeve to cover his eyes, "Who?" Still rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"It's me." Ling Yuezi stood in front of the bed, looking at him, "I was here earlier, you weren't around, where did you go?"
This woman was quite cunning. Li Xingsheng stretched lazily, turned around, and supported his head with one hand, looking at her, "Oh, I went to the latrine."
The man had his hair partially down, sleepy eyes with an irresistible allure.
Ling Yuezi's heart inexplicably skipped a beat, and her ears burned with heat.
She took a deep breath to calm herself.
"Really?" Ling Yuezi's expression was cold, "Not everyone in this village is under my command, and there are some with bad tempers. If there's nothing urgent, you'd better not wander around, to avoid offending anyone and causing trouble."
As she spoke, she pointed to the person hanging in the yard, "That person tried to kill you, but I caught them."
