Li Sicheng gradually calmed down, put on his clothes, and opened the door to return to his room. As soon as he entered, he saw a small bulge on the bed. Going forward, he gently lifted the quilt, and at a glance, he saw the small head of Su Qianci with her hair messy. She opened her reddish and moist eyes.
He lifted her up and whispered, "What's wrong?"
She ignored him, flicked his hand away, and lay down.
He took off his shoes and joined her under the quilt. Pretending to be dumb, he said, "Is there treasure in there, huh?" He climbed inside, suddenly cuddled her, and looked at her face. He sounded pleasantly surprised. "A treasure for real. So precious."
Su Qianci broke into laughter, but deliberately put on a stern face and pushed him. "Go away."
"I still want to see the treasure. I won't go." Li Sicheng deliberately moved in her direction and held her tight.
She twisted her body, turned, and reached out to remove his clothes.
