How could Qin Yi not know what that little slut was thinking?
He said with a stern face, "I can't always hide here with you. If we're discovered, we'll both die."
"Xiao Lian, can you tell me about the surroundings here?"
Xiao Lian looked at Qin Yi's face, so handsome it made people's hearts race, and she couldn't refuse.
Besides, Qin Yi was right—if they were found out, they would both die.
"I'll draw it for you."
Qin Yi's eyes lit up, and he nodded slightly, this couldn't be better.
Xiao Lian's drawing skills were comparable to Qin Yi's; she drew a rough sketch for him.
Perhaps their drawing skills were similar, because Qin Yi surprisingly understood it.
By midnight, Qin Yi quietly slipped out of the room.
Having stayed in the room for days, the outside air suddenly felt incredibly sweet.
Qin Yi left the courtyard silently, with a clear purpose, heading straight for the Third Princess's bedroom.
