This realization hit her the moment she was brought to this house on the first day.
She guessed that Qiu Qianghai must be especially, especially fond of a girl, or he wouldn't go to such lengths of effort and expense.
Song Yinyin thought, how wonderful it would be if the girl he liked was her.
Then wouldn't she have anything she wanted?
Unfortunately, from the moment they met until now, Mr. Qiu wouldn't even let her touch a corner of his clothes.
Song Yinyin withdrew her gaze, returning to the notes in her hand, and read uncomfortably with a strained voice: "How can you say there's no clothing? Together with you in the robe. When the king raises an army, repair my spears and swords, together with you as an ally!
How can you say there's no clothing, together with you in the pools—"
The late-night sky, with stars twinkling up high, was quite captivating.
The entire neighborhood quieted down.
Song Yinyin's voice became hoarse from reciting poetry.
