Chen Yi suddenly froze, the words he had just prepared were all blocked back.
This little fox was too unconventional, he instinctively wanted to let out a bitter laugh, but immediately stopped himself, instead sighing, stepping forward to hug Yin Tingxue, listening to her soft, weak whimper, then finally letting her go.
"Go freshen up."
Chen Yi patted her back and said.
Yin Tingxue took small steps to freshen up, while Chen Yi turned around, picked up the Sword Box, and placed it on the table, his eyes deepening as he pondered.
Was last night an accident, or...
His fingertip lightly tapped the Sword Box, the vermilion box didn't move a bit, as if last night was just an illusion. After Yin Tingxue finished freshening up, Chen Yi still hadn't figured out what he wanted to think about, so he got up to leave the inn, determined to take Yin Tingxue to look around.
