The evening deepened, and the afterglow painted the horizon a magnificent orange-red.
The lanterns in the courtyard were lit one by one by Lin Qiongyu, their gentle light dispelling the dusk.
Qing Jun, having eaten her fill, was lying contentedly on the stone table, letting out little yawns. Her eyelids began to droop as she mumbled, "Master, don't steal Qing Jun's Spiritual Peach..."
Greedy and selfish little girl!
Clearly, those were the master's peaches, yet she wouldn't allow the master to have any!
But seeing the disciple's drowsy figure, words of reproach just wouldn't come out.
Chen Ye gently said, "They're all for Qing Jun. As long as Qing Jun wants to eat, your master will pick more for you."
As for how the Wei Family might react, that was not Chen Ye's concern.
The little girl giggled foolishly at her master, "Master..."
"Hmm?" Chen Ye subconsciously responded.
