After accompanying Qing Jun, it was time to accompany Zhiwei.
Fortunately, today she was still in secluded cultivation.
Otherwise, Chen Ye, as a teacher, wouldn't be enough even if he was split in two!
"Master..."
"Coming!"
Chen Ye adjusted his slightly chaotic breath, got up, and opened the door.
Under the moonlight, Zhiwei stood quietly at the door, wearing a simple yet elegant nightgown, her long black hair falling smoothly over her shoulders, making her small face appear even more fair and delicate.
She was holding a soft pillow in her hands, and upon seeing Chen Ye, a trace of embarrassment flashed in her eyes, and she said softly, "Master... it's time to tell me a story."
"What's there to be embarrassed about?"
Chen Ye chuckled and pulled Zhiwei inside.
Zhiwei moved over with small steps and sat down beside him.
But still kept a small distance, nervously clutching the edge of the pillow with her small hands.
Chen Ye felt a bit of pity.
