That Night...
編輯: Henyee Translations
Lin Qingqian glanced at him. "Going to make your bed."
'Otherwise, would you sleep in a pigsty?'
Jiang Yanshen's long eyelashes fluttered. In the next second, he bent down and picked her up horizontally.
When Lin Qingqian reacted, she was already in his arms. The man's deep voice rang in her ears. "Where's the room? I'll carry you there."
Her fair fingertips pointed to the back door.
Lin Chaoyan's room was in front while her grandfather's room and her room were in the backyard.
Jiang Yanshen then carried her into the backyard. There was another row of rooms behind, about three rooms.
Lin Qingqian pointed to the middle room so Jiang Yanshen carried her in and turned on the lights.
The cheap gas lamp emitted a dim light, illuminating the room.
There was a red wooden table, a chair, and a wooden bed. Other than the two quilts, there was nothing else.