Suddenly, she quickly withdrew her hands and gave Si Mo a fierce push outward.
Caught off guard, Si Mo rolled off the bed directly.
Imdiately afterward, the gauze curtain fell, blocking Mu Qingge’s figure.
From the bed ca Mu Qingge’s provocative voice: "Old monster, you’re too easy to tease, like a naive young boy who’s never tasted love. Go clean yourself up, before you sully my eyes." Following that, there was wild laughter.
Si Mo sat on the floor, both angry and amused.
’This vexing little demon!’ Si Mo resignedly stood up, comforting himself: ’Little Ge’er is still young, bear with it a bit longer, can’t hurt her. Endure, just endure.’
The sound of the door closing stopped Mu Qingge’s laughter abruptly.
Hiding on the bed, she lay on her side, with her back turned to the outside, clutching the quilt tightly, and sighed in relief.
Her earlier raucous laughter was just to cover up her inner tension.
Her previous composure was just an act. God knows how terrified she was that the old monster might lose control and really act on the spot.
If that happened, she would really be playing with fire! Moreover, she’d lose a lifeti’s reputation!
...
That night, Mu Qingge slept very restlessly.
In her dreams, she repeatedly saw so romantic scenes, which, although fairly restrained, were enough to wake her up with a flushed face and racing heart.
"A person who’s lived two lifetis having a spring dream!" Lying on the bed, Mu Qingge raised her hand to tap her head, murmuring angrily at herself for being so useless.
Knock knock—
Suddenly, the sound of knocking ca from outside the door, prompting Mu Qingge to prop herself up and ask, "Who is it?"
"Little Ge’er." The deep and magnetic voice, which was usually like a finely aged wine, intoxicating, today seed more like a morning bell, instantly waking Mu Qingge up.
"Wait." Mu Qingge hastily replied.
Then, she imdiately checked herself over to see if anything was amiss.
Only then did she realize her Illusionary Artifact was already repaired, and she had once again beco that charming and unruly young lord.
Inexplicably relieved, Mu Qingge lifted the quilt with one hand and got up. At the sa ti, she called out to the person outside the door, "Co in."
With permission granted, the tightly closed door was pushed open.
A corner of a white brocade robe was revealed. The robe, adorned with fine-embroidered dark patterns, both decorated the pure white robe and gave it a low-key elegance.
Mu Qingge watched as the robe ca into view, her gaze slowly moved upward...
When she saw clearly who it was, she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows slightly and blurted out, "What are you up to again?"
"Up to?" Si Mo, who walked in, looked at her, puzzled.
Seeing her obviously eyeing his attire, he couldn’t help but glance down at himself.
But finding nothing inappropriate, he could only look back up at Mu Qingge and ask, "Is there sothing wrong with my clothes?"
Mu Qingge shook her head, internally criticizing: Nothing wrong, it’s just too good.
He was already rare and stunningly handso in the world. His usual attire made him seem like a deity, hard to approach. But now this attire—
Mu Qingge looked at his form-fitting white brocade robe, with the collar and cuffs still adorned with noble and mysterious purple accents. At the waist, the Chaining belt, though not adorned with gemstones, was embroidered with mysterious patterns, not looking cheap at all.
Si Mo had always let his long hair flow freely, rarely tying it up.
Moreover, his hair was very long, cascading down to his ankles, flowing ethereally.
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