Yang Chen and Cheng Qiyue were tugging at each other in the corridor when the door next to them suddenly opened, and a graceful figure walked out.
"What are you two doing?"
Ye Ling'Er frowned, looking displeased.
"Waiting for you to have dinner together with us."
Yang Chen chuckled.
"Hmph! You actually remembered to call me for dinner; I thought you'd already drowned in a sea of tenderness!"
Ye Ling'Er said sarcastically, glancing at Cheng Qiyue and feeling even more jealous inside.
In just one night, Cheng Qiyue looked radiant, her complexion glowing, her skin so tender that it seemed it could be pinched to release water, clearly having been well pampered.
Cheng Qiyue looked a bit embarrassed and apologetic. "Sorry, Miss Ye, did we disturb you last night?"
"Not at all! Listening to your cries, I slept quite soundly."
As soon as Ye Ling'Er said this, Cheng Qiyue's face flushed red with embarrassment.
