"This little rascal, causing such chaos on my Merak Peak."
After watching for a while, Zuoqiu Yiren's state of mind became chaotic, her face flushed red.
Reason told her that she shouldn't keep watching, should stop immediately, but the scene held her gaze captive and stirred her curiosity.
Why are these actions different from what's in the book?
At that moment, Zuoqiu Yiren suddenly felt that even wine wasn't so fragrant anymore, and she watched intently.
...
On the other side.
Nangong Yue felt even more uncomfortable because her room was right next to Zhao Qianyi's room.
The two rooms were separated by just a wooden wall.
Moreover, she had some feelings for Chen Mo, and as she listened, she leaned her head against the wooden wall.
The wooden wall was made of planks joined together, so there were some gaps in between.
Through the gaps, she could vaguely see the environment of the room on the opposite side.
