Su Qinglan stepped out of the treehouse, dusting her hands casually as if she had not just tied someone up like a dumpling and threatened them with death a moment ago.
The hide curtain behind her swung shut, and the cold ruthless expression she had been wearing instantly disappeared like it had never existed.
As soon as she saw Han Jue leaning lazily beside the tree trunk, arms crossed and expression calm like he was simply enjoying the breeze, her whole personality flipped.
She turned into that bubbly, cheerful girl again, the one who looked soft enough to melt in someone's hands, and she practically skipped toward him before hooking her hand around his arm.
"Han Jue, did you get bored?" she said with a smile, leaning close to him and shaking his arm lightly.
"Do not worry, my mother is very good. Nothing happened at all." She blinked her long eyelashes at him with that pitiful, innocent look that made her appear like the sweetest person in the whole tribe.
