"What are you thinking about now?" Han Zhan was curious about what exactly was in Song Ci's mind—she has so many wrong ideas.
Song Ci's eyes lit up. "I want to set up a trap."
Han Zhan said, "Tell me about it."
Song Ci put on a mysterious smile. "I won't tell you. If I do, it won't be mysterious anymore."
Han Zhan admired Song Ci's smart and playful manner. "You can choose not to tell me, but don't forget to make use of me whenever you need me."
"Definitely."
…
The next morning at the hotel.
The sunlight shone on her face. After a long time, Mu Qiu finally opened her eyes as she felt the warmth of the sunlight.
Mu Qiu had been too tired the night before and had fallen asleep on her pillow immediately. When she woke up, she was lying flat on her back with a thin blanket covering her entire body tightly.
The person who had tucked her in must have put in a lot of effort.
