She was still that attentive Sister Qingzhu.
Even when it came time to be honest and open, she was used to playing the role of caregiver.
What a pity.
The pure Brother Ye in her mind had long been trained by a certain Golden Furred Ball...
"Ye... Brother Ye? How do you know this move..."
This was probably what Mao Qingzhu was thinking.
The next morning.
The birds chirped in the forest, a few strands of morning light streamed through the gaps in the bamboo window, dappling the messy bed.
Mao Qingzhu's eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
She first looked around blankly, not quite coming to her senses.
Upon seeing the man,
The absurd images of last night flooded her mind, making the usually dignified young lady blush as she pulled the quilt up high, wrapping herself like a silkworm cocoon.
"Awake?"
A soft, teasing whisper came from beside her.
Mao Qingzhu turned her head and met Chen Ye's bright eyes.
