Ye Xingbei finished her hygiene routine, intending to call him back to bed. As soon as she entered the room, she saw him lying on the pillow, deep in sleep.
Lingyue was sitting beside him, holding a book. When he saw her coming in, he put down the book and lowered his voice, "Sister-in-law."
Although Lingyue had already called her "sister-in-law" more than a dozen times, Ye Xingbei still felt all sorts of embarrassment, discomfort, and unfamiliarity.
How did she, a beautiful young girl of only twenty-one, become a sister-in-law?
The title "sister-in-law" sounds like it should belong to a woman in her thirties or forties.
But she was afraid that if she made it too obvious, Lingyue might think she wasn't willing to accept him as her apprentice, so even though she was uncomfortable, she gritted her teeth and bore it.
She walked over to Xiao Shumiao, reached out her hand to check his forehead temperature, "Is he asleep?"
