Just like he was looking at her now.

So it’s hard to imagine what the owner of this face had just done.

Leaning against the wooden board behind him, Xie Yun casually pinched the thin veil that had fallen on his arm, the soft pink gauze was pinched aside by him, then dropped.

The light gauze slowly fell.

“Can you shut up now?” Sang Yao didn’t understand how he could say such words with a straight face.

Her fingers pointed at him, and she stuttered, “You, you, you… shameless!”

Xie Yun looked at the two of them and said, “You’d better get off me before you say that.”

Sang Yao looked down.

“…”

Yes, she had indeed been sitting on his lap since just now, out of helplessness. There was so much empty space here, and there were some iron tools nearby. If she moved too much, she might easily knock them over.

“And,” the man added expressionlessly, “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

“…”

He had pinched the area where she was already numb. How could she not move!

Was this his reason for casually hitting people? If this got out, would she ever get married?

Why did he look so righteous?

Sang Yao was so angry that she couldn’t speak. This mouth of hers had once again lost its effectiveness. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She pouted and tears began to fall.

Crystal clear teardrops fell from her smooth cheeks. Her wet hair had not yet dried, and she was curled up between his legs, looking pitiful.

She would never speak to Xie Yun again in her life.

Let him regret it.

The girl’s tears fell on Xie Yun’s clothes.

Xie Yun didn’t want to deal with her.

She was indeed made of water.

After a while, the man spoke in a deep voice, “Stop crying.”

Sang Yao ignored him and cried even harder.

She really wouldn’t bother with him anymore.

But she didn’t know that her tear-streaked face looked charming, and Xie Yun, at an inappropriate moment, thought of something else.

It was a confusion of his.

Was her face very soft?

Xie Yun was not someone who liked to suppress himself. When he found something interesting, he wouldn’t deliberately restrain himself.

He slowly raised his hand, easily pinching the girl’s cheeks on both sides. With a little force, the fleshy cheeks gathered in the middle, and her rosy lips pouted lightly.

His confusion finally had an answer.

Before the girl could get angry, he let go, and his thumb wiped away the tears from her face, as if he had just wiped away a tear for her.

Then he said softly, “Don’t cry. I’ll tell you who the man outside is.”

Sang Yao pursed her lips, still crying.

After a while, she couldn’t help but ask, “Do I know him?”

Xie Yun grunted.

Sang Yao wiped her tears with her sleeve and raised her chin. “Tell me then.”

Before she could finish speaking, the two outside had already finished the second round, and the room returned to silence. Sang Yao immediately covered her mouth, not daring to cry anymore.

Perhaps both of them felt that they couldn’t stay here for too long. After they were done, they got up, reluctantly kissed each other goodbye, and then closed the door behind them as they left.

The rain outside seemed to have lessened.

Sang Yao let go, not wanting to stay by Xie Yun’s side any longer. She stood up, supported herself against the wall, and without even looking at Xie Yun, she lifted the curtain and walked out.

The room was filled with an indescribable smell, making Sang Yao feel nauseous, almost throwing up.

She turned around and found that Xie Yun hadn’t come out yet.

What was this man doing?

She turned back, pulled open the curtain, and he was standing in front of her.

“What are you doing?”

Xie Yun ignored her, turned sideways, and walked out.

It was inexplicable.

He obviously also smelled that indescribable smell, so he reached out and opened the door.

Outside, the sky was already bright, the strong wind had stopped, but the heavy rain continued.

The raindrops fell densely on the steps, and the leaves were washed shiny by the rain. The damp moisture surged in, dispersing some of the smell in the room.

Because the air was humid, Sang Yao’s wet clothes were still not dry, sticking uncomfortably to her body. Her knees and calves were uncomfortable from maintaining the position for too long.

As Sang Yao rubbed her calves, she stole a glance at Xie Yun and reminded him softly, “You still haven’t told me who it is.”

In the rain, Jing Lian held an umbrella and hurried towards the cabin, also holding another umbrella. He saw the two people in the cabin from afar and quickened his pace.

Xie Yun said, “I lied to you.”

Sang Yao: “?”

Before Sang Yao could ask, Jing Lian had already stepped onto the steps and respectfully said, “Master, forgive me for being late.”

After speaking, he raised his eyes.

The scene inside the room suddenly and clearly appeared before his eyes.

The bed was messy, obviously just slept in, with some white marks on it. Sang Yao’s long hair was messy, her small face flushed, with tears on it. She was standing next to the master, rubbing her knees in exhaustion. The musky scent that hit his face clarified the situation.

Jing Lian’s expression froze.

He looked at his master, who was well-dressed and looked righteous.