At night.
Lingji sat at his desk, carving the magic stone, when he heard the faint sound of footsteps.
He slightly turned his face. "Xiao Zheng? What's wrong?"
"I'm going to take a bath."
"..." Lingji's face turned slightly red and he asked in a low voice, "Xiao Zheng, are you inviting me to join you?"
Chuzheng looked at him inexplicably, "I'm just telling you."
Aren't you the one who asked me to tell you everything I do?
Lingji: "..."
As if thinking of something, Lingji put down the magic stone in his hand and propped himself up from the table.
Chuzheng reached out to pull him, and Lingji followed her hand, walking out confidently.
"I'll take you to a place." He kissed Chuzheng's forehead.
"Where to?" Aren't we supposed to sleep at this time of night?
"You'll know when we get there."
Lingji led Chuzheng out, and Yi Cun lay at the doorway. Seeing them leave, it howled and wagged its tail, wanting to follow.
But Lingji gestured for it not to follow.
