When Meng Qianqian left the twins' courtyard, it was already past midnight. She assumed Lu Yuan had retired for the night, but unexpectedly, he was sitting on the bed reading a book.
The room was warmed by red radish charcoal, slightly cozier than usual.
He was dressed in a thin sleeping robe, his legs draped with a quilt, ink-black hair cascading down his shoulders. His handsome yet languid and unrestrained demeanor was utterly breathtaking.
For the past three days, Meng Qianqian had been busy treating Changle, without much time for other thoughts.
Now, as she suddenly returned to their room, this familiar scene instantly awakened those blush-inducing memories that made her heart race.
Her cheeks turned burning hot.
Without looking at her, Lu Yuan lazily flipped a page of his book and remarked, "Finally stopped avoiding me?"
Meng Qianqian opened her mouth to speak.
This guy, why does he always know everything?
