"Pff..." Yang Chuxia was amused by the kid's words.
He was so young, probably the same age as Qingrui, and already thinking about picking up girls.
Upon hearing the laughter, Linhao, who had an eyepatch on, was momentarily taken aback. He turned around and met Yang Chuxia's amused eyes. He screeched, "Why are you here? Get out, you liar!" and quickly hid under the blanket.
"Psh, I've already seen it, there's no point in hiding. You look good with an eyepatch on," Yang Chuxia said, having gotten a sense of what the boy was thinking from his few words.
"Shut up, forget what you saw! Understand?"
"I don't understand!"
Yang Chuxia didn't leave, instead she pulled over a chair and sat down. "Honestly Linhao, wearing an eyepatch makes you look cool. Do you know what cool means? It means very handsome and charming. You have a great aura."