Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan were sitting in the living room, looking at something on a laptop.
Their living room was practically a library, with so many books that they spilled onto the floor.
But it was very tidy, with a vase on the dining table, filled with roses.
Li Changzhou's "Snow Mountain Water Bottle" was also there, taken by Li Qianxia.
Hearing footsteps, both of them looked up. Yang Qinglan held her fist to her lips, coughed twice, and said, "Thank you."
Her complexion was delicate, like a dewdrop about to fall from a leaf, her voice very light and her demeanor gentle.
"You turn from Honored Concubine Yang into little sister Yang when you're sick," Li Changzhou said.
"Qinglan is ill, and yet you only see beauty," Li Qianxia snatched the breakfast from his hands.
"No matter what the time, complimenting a girl's beauty is never wrong." He poured himself a glass of Snow Mountain mineral water, cold and tasty.
"What are you looking at?" he asked again.
