"I don't want to take it off, is that okay?" Staying indoors, I could no longer use the excuse of the sunlight being too glaring, so I could only respond firmly.
Qing Li sat across from me, her long, slender legs crossed.
She gently stroked the baby fuzz on Dumpling, her expression thoughtful as she looked at me.
It seemed like she was starting to suspect the white blindfold I always wore...
Yu Rongling, always intimidated by my elder sister-in-law, dared not question it further, muttering with dissatisfaction, "If you don't want to take it off, then don't. Sister-in-law, you must have a secret."
"If I'm not mistaken, that should be the Yin Yang Life and Death Embroidery of the Candle Dragon," Qing Li's cold voice rang out, her lips curving slightly.
