Li Zhiyuan sensed his lips touching the girl's hair as she leaned her ear towards him.
"I tell you, there's a group of people plotting against me, I'm very angry, I've already made arrangements, I'm sure to get rid of them underhandedly."
This secret message, of course, was heard by Liu Yumei.
She originally thought her granddaughter would be angry about the boy making her look like this, but to her surprise, after the boy finished speaking, her granddaughter's face actually showed two clear dimples.
"Alii, I can't see now, lead me back to the room."
Li Zhiyuan felt the girl lead him forward with one hand, while the other supported his arm.
In the past, it was always him leading the girl.
Once in the house, they slowly ascended the stairs, returned to his room, and sat on the bed.
Li Zhiyuan lay down, reached out to touch the quilt, but found nothing.
However, soon, the quilt was draped over his stomach, folded just the way he liked.
