Nangong Yu held her from behind, and the two of them looked like a reconciled couple, sweet and blissful.
Xing Yue didn't let Nangong Yu stay long and still sent him back.
Nangong Yu was reluctant to leave, clinging to the doorframe, he saw the robe on the sofa and laughed—
"Yue Yue, you even changed into such a pretty nightdress to welcome me."
Xing Yue glared: "You're overthinking it!"
Nangong Yu suddenly thought of something and glanced at Yu Han: "Little buddy, you didn't sneak a peek when she changed, did you?"
Then he answered himself: "Haha, just kidding. Of course, you wouldn't, you're so well-behaved."
Yu Han looked indifferent, without a hint of "well-behaved" demeanor.
Nangong Yu got snubbed but still smiled, waving his hand casually: "Yue Yue, see you tomorrow."
Truly a young master who doesn't know the taste of sorrow!
Xing Yue locked the door, yawned: "Yu Han, I'm going to sleep, you should sleep early too."
