Ye Jiuliang laughed unrestrainedly, inadvertently drifting off, "Hurry up and pack my luggage, don't dawdle."
Li Mochan glanced at her sideways, his gaze heavy.
Once he finished packing, it would be her turn to be dealt with.
The little scamp was really pushing her luck.
**
The morning fog dispersed, and in just one night, a layer of fallen leaves covered the courtyard ground again.
Several suitcases were piled up in the living room, giving off the distinct impression of embarking on a long journey.
Jiang Yisheng closed his room door, turned around, and coincidentally, the door of the neighboring room opened with the man leaning casually against the door frame.
They looked at each other across the space, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent for a moment.
Jiang Yisheng smiled lightly, "Morning."
"Morning," Ji Mingqian's eyes swept over the backpack in his hand, his eyebrows raising, "Heading out so early?"
