Sisi's peachy eyes stared unblinkingly into Zhao Changhe's eyes, where both their gazes were deep and unfathomable, like a thousand-foot abyss, neither revealing their emotions.
But the surrounding noise seemed to become very distant, even Yue Hongling, who was watching the drama with interest and propping her chin up, appeared a bit blurry and unclear.
Sisi heard her own voice, dreamlike and distant, "Old Ye~ after such hard work, what reward do you want?"
After speaking, it was as if she finally came to her senses, quickly glancing at Yue Hongling and subconsciously retracting her little feet under the small stool.
How could such a small stool accommodate her feet? The result of squeezing them in was a cry of "Ouch" as she nearly toppled forward.
Zhao Changhe subtly extended his hand to support her shoulder, "The wound on my arm is not a big deal, the Holy Daughter need not be so concerned."
