Lu Miaoge gave Lu Changsheng a peck on the cheek and then threw back the covers.
A pair of slender, jade-like legs stretched out, and the crystal-clear, crescent-moon like feet touched the ground, presenting her beautifully curved figure as she quickly dressed.
She restored herself to the usual ethereal beauty, as pure as snow and as elegant as a celestial.
However, at this moment, the tenderness on her face made her seem less ethereal than usual.
"Changsheng, I will head there first."
Lu Miaoge said gently.
"Alright, Sister Miaoge, be careful."
Lu Changsheng nodded.
With the beautiful lady having departed, Lu Changsheng also got up, exhaled softly, and dressed himself.
He could feel that, although Lu Miaoge was close and intimate with him,
she seemed to be indulging and appeasing him a bit.
Or rather, Lu Miaoge didn't entertain the idea of marrying him.
Therefore, she tried to accommodate him in other aspects, as a form of compensation.