In the evening, Luo Qiao returned to her room, finished her skincare routine, and was admiring herself in the mirror.
Lu Yichen came over while drying his hair, threw the towel on the rack next to him, and hugged Luo Qiao from behind: "What are you looking at?"
Luo Qiao leaned back into Lu Yichen's arms with a smile: "I was thinking why I am so beautiful. Today, that lady thought I was one of your flings and wouldn't let me upstairs."
After hearing this, Lu Yichen whispered in Luo Qiao's ear: "I only have eyes for you. No one else can compare."
Luo Qiao pouted and said: "Yeah, right, men's words are nothing but lies. If you hadn't met me, what, you were planning to become a monk and never marry?"
Lu Yichen knew she was joking, but he still felt a twinge in his heart. He picked her up from the chair earnestly, expressing his sincerity through actions.
The next day, when Luo Qiao woke up, it was already late morning, but she could hear the children's laughter from time to time.
