Translator: Aran

  In the pavilion.

  “Brother Qingyu!”


  Song Xiaojun leapt into Ye Qingyu’s embrace, rubbing her forehead against Ye Qingyu’s body. Only after doing that for a while did she jump away. She was bouncing and cheering in a very animated state and only after a while did she finally stop.

  Under the gaze of so many people she did not disguise her intimacy with Ye Qingyu at all. Instead, she was her truest and most authentic nature.

  “Brother Qingyu,..