Mingshu gazed at Si Chu with a silent expression, while he blinked innocently back at her.
She sighed inwardly and rolled up his sleeve, her eyelashes fluttering downward like butterfly wings, and gently patted off the grime. Looking at him with her clear eyes, her voice carried a tone of helplessness.
"Is this better now?"
Si Chu's lips curled up uncontrollably, and he nodded with reserved approval.
The onlookers: "..."
It was too embarrassing to watch!
...
Passing through the corridor, they finally arrived in front of this door.
Next to the stone door was a mechanism that Si Chu pressed. The door slowly opened to both sides with a slow, heavy groan reminiscent of an elderly person struggling to move.
As soon as they stepped inside, everyone was struck by what they saw.
