Qiu Zhihe's body stiffened, her cheeks turning red once more, her face full of panic.
Her gaze towards Qin Gengyun was filled with murderous intent.
You said no one would come!
Now, who is this fox spirit outside the door?
And why does it have to be at this time!
Qiu Zhihe waved her small hand, and the scattered clothes on the ground flew up, returning to the two of them once again, then she swiftly crawled under the bed with practiced movements.
Qin Gengyun wanted to remind her there was no need to hide under the bed, but the tempting voice outside the door sounded again:
"Senior Brother He, it's Zhou Ling'Er, I have an urgent matter."
Qin Gengyun, helpless, had to go open the door, seeing Zhou Ling'Er dressed in a purple smoke gauze shirt, slightly open at the collar, revealing a patch of fair skin, her skirt kicked up to her calf, exposing a streak of snow-white.
Seeing Qin Gengyun, Zhou Ling'Er's eyes curved, her expression was coquettish:
