After her shower, Yang Qinglan didn't return to her own yard, but instead settled down to sleep in Li Qianxia's room.
She had already planned to clean up the room on the southern side of the yard and move in; living alone was too dangerous in these times, especially for a single beauty like her.
Although living here also bore its dangers, other dangers, not Li Changzhou, but Li Qianxia.
"Qing Lan, has my brother tried to chat with you in private?"
"Aren't you always there when we're together?"
Yang Qinglan, dressed in a silk nightgown, was the epitome of elegance, virtue, and gentleness;
Li Qianxia, in shorts and a T-shirt, her white thighs exposed, was like a python to men, seemingly ready to suffocate someone with her coils.
"Hey, I'm talking about on Microchat." At this moment, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, Li Qianxia exuded a bit of a literary girl's charm.
"No." Yang Qinglan answered softly as she dried her hair.
