Knock, knock, knock—
Suddenly, the door was knocked on.
Ling Ningzhi's voice came from outside: "Zhixia, are you inside?"
The two of them froze, exchanging glances.
"Daoist Qingxuan? Why is she here?"
Just as Chen Mo was about to get up and get dressed, Shen Zhixia held him down, cleared her throat, and said aloud, "Daoist, you can come in."
?!
Chen Mo's eyes widened, "Zhixia, what are you..."
Shen Zhixia looked resentful, humming softly, "Brother, how long were you planning to keep it from me? That time we were kissing in the room, Daoist Qingxuan was hiding in the cabinet, wasn't she?"
"Bad brother, you didn't even spare my good friend..."
"…"
Chen Mo looked slightly embarrassed.
So this girl knew everything, she was just holding back and hadn't mentioned it.
Creak—
The door opened, and Ling Ningzhi walked in.
Gazing at the bed shrouded by curtains, she approached and softly said, "It's so late, and you're still sleeping in? Get up, you little lazybones..."
