At night, a faint fragrance wafted through the air.
After their baths, the two little treasures rolled around on the bed with their pale, tender bodies. Jian Qing, holding clothes in her hands, shook her head with a smile at the sight of the two of them huddled together.
"Seventeen, Nineteen, come here and get dressed."
The two little treasures, engaged in their lively play, quickly crawled over upon hearing Jian Qing's voice.
Jian Qing, with practiced movements, dressed the two little treasures. As she picked up a slightly damp towel, intending to head to the bathroom, someone knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock--"
Jian Qing set down the towel and walked over to open the door.
As the door opened, the poker-faced A'er came into view.
"Jingwu is waiting for you in the study room."
The mechanical voice sounded, devoid of any fluctuations.
