Standing at the door of Wuhui's room, seeing the light inside still on, he hesitated for about half a minute before finally reaching out and knocking on the door.
Not long after, the door to the room was pulled open.
The girl, dressed in loose pajamas, stood in front of him, her long hair draped down, looking at him pure and charming, "Uncle, it's so late, do you need something?"
When she spoke to him, her cheeks would inexplicably turn a rosy red.
In Wuhui's eyes, although this man was older, his innate aura made him particularly captivating.
She liked looking at him, and watching him made her feel especially comfortable and sweet inside.
Ye Que looked at her, with less of the expressionless face he used to have, and smiled slightly, gently saying to her, "I came to see if Yangyang is asleep, passing by here, I saw your light still on, wanted to tell you to sleep early, don't stay up late, girls who stay up late will get wrinkles."
Wuhui, "…"
