Not only was there Chen Ye, but also the companionship of Qing Jun.
In the past, in Divine Mist Valley, she could only focus on her spiritual practice, with only Xiaoli by her side to talk to—which couldn't compare to Baopu Peak.
"Sister Qingzhu."
Chen Ye didn't hide his footsteps, walking to the courtyard gate and softly calling.
Mao Qingzhu shuddered, suddenly turning her head.
Seeing that tall figure under the moonlight, the graceful beauty glanced nervously behind him:
"Qing Jun... is she calmed down?"
She didn't see Qing Jun behind Chen Ye.
Mao Qingzhu felt both a little disappointed and inexplicably hopeful.
"She's calmed down."
Chen Ye walked forward with a smile, naturally reaching out to tidy her somewhat messy sideburns,
"That girl is just a little glutton, after two duck legs, she forgets all her grievances. Now she's clamoring to dine with you."
"That's good, that's good..."
Mao Qingzhu sighed in relief, patting her chest,
