Song Yun was still reminiscing about Ye Qingqing's appearance when she was a child.
Ye Qingqing, on the other hand, was looking at Song Yun who was standing dazed in the bath and curiously nudged him, wondering if he had been stunned by the soak. Logically, Song Yun's physical constitution shouldn't be so weak.
Song Yun came to his senses and, looking at Ye Qingqing's naive expression, held her face and gave her a fierce kiss.
Ye Qingqing pushed Song Yun away, her cheeks, already slightly red, were now thoroughly flushed.
"What are you doing... Si Yi is still watching..." Ye Qingqing said coquettishly.
"Hehe, I've discovered something interesting. I'll tell you about it tonight when it's just the two of us," he replied with a chuckle.
Yuan Siyi certainly didn't want to be a third wheel here, so she greeted Song Yun and Ye Qingqing and went back to her room.
When they went to bed that night, Song Yun was holding a slightly tipsy Ye Qingqing.
