Jiang Qingli admitted it: she had a weakness for good looks.
But she swore she had never done anything cruel or unjust. So why did two of her husbands have to walk in on her, right at the moment she accidentally touched her friend... *there*?
'Why!'
'How am I going to explain this to both of them!'
As the door creaked open, an intense sense of crisis made Jiang Qingli's brain short-circuit.
At the critical moment, Jiang Qingli felt a weight settle on her shoulder, and a large, thin blanket enveloped them both.
Yuan Shiyao adjusted the blanket, holding it up to create some space underneath.
From Gu Nian's perspective, Yuan Shiyao was draping his own blanket over Jiang Qingli.
Gu Nian glanced at the terminal in his hand.
Yuan Shimo's holographic projection was quietly watching the two of them. He asked, "Yuan Shiyao, what are you two doing?"
Though his voice was gentle, it was laced with sharp accusation and rejection.
