The room is very quiet, listening to the sound of pouring tea.
Lan Chuchu felt something was off; her mind was already dizzy from the scent of incense, and her eyes were tinged with a shade of red.
Lan Chuchu quietly walked out.
A tall man stood ahead, his back facing her, in a finely crafted robe, with an aura that was captivating, it was her Brother Jiu Ye.
She blew out the lamp in the imperial study in one breath and walked over.
"Brother Jiu Ye."
His body stiffened, suddenly turning around and hugging Lan Chuchu.
In the pitch-black imperial study...
It wasn't until dawn she slowly woke up.
Upon waking, she was lying on the floor; Xi Jiuye was no longer there.
This Brother Jiu Ye, really, how could he leave her alone in the study? If someone saw, she would be utterly embarrassed.
Lan Chuchu propped herself up.
