After a while.
The man reminded her, "Go back to your own room, your little buddy should be knocking on your door before long."
Ming Ge got up readily this time, without dawdling, "Mr. Gong, I'm leaving."
Gong Yeyan kept his eyes closed, his voice as magnificent as a violin, tinted with a touch of languid weariness, "Go out the door; do not climb over the wall."
"Mr. Gong, you're worried about me, aren't you, aren't you, aren't you?"
"At this time, the manor's servants should already be trimming the lawn or watering the plants. If you're not worried about being seen climbing back from my room or if you have already thought of a perfect excuse for Madam Melody, I don't care."
"..."
"Go out the door, ask a maid for a spare key to your room. With your rich imagination, making up a great excuse shouldn't be hard."
The man lying on the bed spoke in an unhurried tone, and from his voice, so calm it was unfazed, it was hard to discern any concern or mockery.
