The moonlight illuminated the beautiful courtyard.
Under the night sky, the interweaving of emotions was taking place.
At around ten o'clock at night, Lin Xian and Lin Ying came to visit and saw the red carpet on the grass.
The carpet was square, three meters in length and width. Several quilts of different colors were tangled together, and people in different sleeping postures were mixed in.
When the two of them looked over, Ling Yi was lying on Yunji's slender waist, staring at the starry night in a daze.
Two blankets, one pink and one blue, covered his body, leaving only his head exposed. Other figures could be vaguely seen under the blanket.
When the two of them approached, Ling Yi saw them. Not only did he not speak, but he also closed his eyes.
"Hello,"
Lin Xian shouted, forcing him to open his eyes again, "Hm?"
"Are you going to rest now?"
"Something like that. There's nothing else to do anyway."