After seeing off Tian's mother and daughter, Yushe turned around.

The lights were still on in the wing where Panpan lived. Remembering Lonicera saying that she had caught the cold, his slender eyebrows frowned slightly and his eyes glanced at the corridor under the eaves.

The long wooden frame had a faint scent of medicine, and the floor reflected the clear light of the moon. Qing'er and Lonicera fell asleep unknowingly, hugging the felt and leaning on the brazier.

His footsteps landed lightly on the corridor. He looked at the second maid quietly, thought for a moment, and then winked at Ye Qing beside him.

Ye Qing understood and stretched out his fingers to gently press the blood vessels between the two maids' necks to make sure they fell asleep.[

His fingers passed through Qing'er's skin, and the lantern under the eaves illuminated her face. Qing'er's cheeks were flushed with cold blush, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyelashes were black and shiny, her nose was straight, her red lips were delicate, and her chin was slim and beautiful.

.She is like a tender peach with crimson color. Although it is not fully mature, it already exudes an alluring fragrance.

The well-cut double-breasted jacket highlights her slender figure, and the collar of the cotton-padded jacket reveals her snow-white neck.

Ye Qing couldn't help but squat down and gently lift her chin. His tentacles were smooth. He suddenly saw a small mole on her right neck below the ear, and he couldn't help but become confused.

When Yushe saw him teasing a little maid, she didn't stop him and went into the bedroom alone.

Panpan's coughing sounds came from the room behind him, and he knew that it must be caused by the cold poison of the ice toad mask. A series of nonstop coughs, as if heartbreaking, made him unable to breathe.

The feeling of being angry.

Yushe heard it from outside the screen, hesitated for a moment, and turned to leave.

Panpan woke up due to coughing. She stood up and took a look. No one was in the room. She caught a glimpse of the teapot in the cotton cover on the small table beside the bed. She sat up and wanted to pour a bowl of honey water to moisten her throat.

Picking up the cup, a feather gently brushed against her throat. She couldn't control herself and coughed again. The cup in her hand was not steady and fell on the footboard beside the bed, making a clanging sound.

She weakly shouted: "Honeysuckle! Qing'er! Pour me a glass of honey water."

Panpan's voice stopped his steps, the lanterns all over the courtyard swayed slightly in the cold wind, and Panpan's face huddled in the corner of the ancestral hall wearing a thin cotton coat lingered in his mind.

Should I see her again or not? I really don’t know what kind of mentality I should have to face her at this time.
Chapter completed!