Yang Qinglan set up the barrier and kicked Li Changzhou. "Get up."
Li Changzhou opened his eyes but didn't get up.
"Just now," he rubbed his chin, speaking as if to himself, "I saw a figure identical to yours, and their facial features were seventy percent similar to yours. At first, I thought it was an illusion technique or disguise, but it wasn't."
Touching legs, sniffing scents, all were means of probing.
"It's She Ling'er, my sister." Yang Qinglan sat down on a chair, took a sip of tea, "Did she come to my room?"
"Yes. Why did she come to your room?"
"There are two Holy Daughters, Nuwa is one position."
"I understand, it's a differential election."
Yang Qinglan lowered her head and took a glance. Li Changzhou was peeking under her skirt. She pinched the hem of the skirt, lifted it slightly, and used it to cover his head.
That's right, this was the Yang Qinglan who existed when there were only two people.
"How did you find me?" Yang Qinglan asked again.
