Casually picking up a book, he lightly shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm not sleepy. I'll read for a while first."
"Is there something wrong?" Ye Muyu asked.
"Hmm, there is one thing." Chu Heng thought for a moment, then decided not to hide it: "I guess the Gao family discovered that we have a better large weaving machine, so they couldn't stand it and plan to destroy your wood carvings again."
"Ha, that's quite bold of them." Ye Muyu was genuinely infuriated, slamming her palm on the wooden table, but her angry expression was still rather adorable.
Chu Heng immediately reached out to hold her hand and blew on it: "Does it hurt? Silly girl, why are you hitting yourself when you're angry? Look, your palm is all red."
Ye Muyu felt a bit embarrassed being taken care of so attentively, with the warm breath tickling her palm, prompting her to want to withdraw her hand.
