Suddenly, she quickly withdrew her hands and gave Si Mo a fierce push outward.
Caught off guard, Si Mo rolled off the bed directly.
Immediately afterward, the gauze curtain fell, blocking Mu Qingge's figure.
From the bed came 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.
