A trill appeared, and the woman gave a slight cry. Lin Ye opened his eyes and saw that the woman was holding the tip of her right index finger with her left hand, and one of the strings on the table was broken.

"I'm sorry for disturbing the young master."

Qingqing frowned and apologized, but it was even more charming, making people want to keep it and cherish it.

Lin Ye was not polite either.

He strode forward and picked up Qingqing.

"It's okay. I'm not an arty person. Spring nights are short and business is more important."

Qingqing, who was protected by Lin Ye, froze for a moment, but then softened again, but there was a hint of disbelief in her beautiful eyes.

"Sir, wait...wait."

Seeing that he was about to get on the bed, Qingqing reacted and stopped him in a panic.

This is different from what she imagined.
Chapter completed!