"Young Master…"
"Shh, don't speak."
"Young Master, it's ticklish…"
"Huh?"
"You hand… Don't put your hand there…"
"Okay."
Luo Qingzhou removed his hand from the little girl's waist and stared out of the window without moving. He held his breath and waited.
After an unknown period.
The little girl in his arms fell asleep unconsciously.
Luo Qingzhou gently let go of her and covered her with the blanket.
Then, he got out of bed, put on his shoes and socks, and prepared to return to his room.
It was close to one a.m., so the woman probably was not coming.
Unexpectedly, just as he reached the door of the room, the sound of rustling leaves suddenly came from the small courtyard.
His gaze turned cold. He immediately approached the window and looked out through the gap.
The moonlight was bright, and the small courtyard was especially bright.