Chen Ye couldn't help but laugh.
"Then… then wait for me a moment. I'll have Xiaoli put these away, and then we'll leave…"
Mao Qingzhu leaned softly against his chest, her voice as thin as a wisp of smoke.
"Alright."
The corner of Chen Ye's mouth curled into a faint smile; he was just about to enjoy another moment of tenderness, and by the way stamp a seal on those enticing red lips.
Suddenly.
"Aunt Mao——!!"
A voice brimming with energy exploded from outside the pavilion like thunder out of a clear sky.
They saw Qing Jun charge in, bristling with hostility.
Unforgivable!
An enemy's diversion tactic, luring the tiger from the mountain!
The girl was seething with shame and rage!
After this, how was she supposed to explain herself to her senior sister?
However, who was Chen Ye?
His Divine Sense was sharp; from the very first footstep of those little short legs stepping onto the corridor, he had already noticed.
At this hair‑trigger moment—
