"!"
Chen Ye was dumbfounded. He had long known that the evil Little Qingjun was full of mischief, but he had never seen her truly bully anyone.
Watching as Jin'er was wantonly humiliated by Qing Jun, her little face blushing red, he could no longer stand by.
"But, if I scold her directly, Jin'er would know that someone saw, and she might be even more hurt..."
Thoughts raced through Chen Ye's mind as he deliberately pushed the door open with a heavy thud.
He pretended to have just finished his meditation, looking refreshed, and stretched lazily: "A night's cultivation, finally some minor achievement. Hmm? You two..."
He saw Lin Jin leaning against the pear tree, her clothes disheveled, cheeks flushed, eyes brimming with tears, her body trembling slightly from humiliation.
While Qing Jun stood obediently beside her, tilting her little head, asking with concern, with no hint of her earlier malice.
