On the embroidered bed, the gauze canopy swayed, faintly revealing two silhouettes.
In the indistinct atmosphere, Chen Mo's deep voice could be heard, murmuring inexplicable phrases like "while Manzhi is away, let you start the school year early" and "do you like the teacher's big staff," while Ye Henshui responded with ambiguous whimpers.
Ji Lianxing, having watched so many times, naturally understood what the two were doing. Her paper-white cheeks blushed with a hint of rouge, and she muttered softly to herself, "In broad daylight, such recklessness... this guy is utterly absurd..."
For some reason, an inexplicable sense of loss surged in her heart.
Chen Mo obviously knew she was nearby, but he was so unconcerned. Didn't that mean he didn't care about her feelings at all?
