Zhu Nanzhi lazily lay on the bed, her long, fair legs gently swaying, carrying a spring-like satisfaction between her brows.
"Did you spy last night?"
She asked in a somewhat hoarse voice to Mu Qingyue, who was sitting by the table: "Why didn't you come in?"
Mu Qingyue didn't answer but instead asked: "Is your voice from shouting or eating, hmm?"
Zhu Nanzhi smiled: "A bit of both, my husband's body refinement is getting more impressive, fantastic~"
"Why not use other methods?" Mu Qingyue caressed the teacup: "It's been a while, shouldn't you let your junior brother have all of you?"
"Hmm?" Zhu Nanzhi was taken aback: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Mu Qingyue said lightly: "The first thing you didn't get."
Zhu Nanzhi understood this time and rolled her eyes: "Why do you care?"
Mu Qingyue smiled: "This morning, Aunt Ruo accompanied your junior brother to practice swordsmanship."
