He only left a deep and colorful mark on Qin Qingyan's psyche, without completely rewriting the story.
However, the subsequent development of the situation somewhat surprised Chen Che.
…
"Hmm~"
Eight in the morning.
Feeling the movement of the person in his arms, Chen Che yawned and stretched lazily. An Nishang leaned on his chest with her jade-like hands and slowly got up.
The blanket slipped off her, outlining a perfect snow-white curve.
In front of him, An Nishang got out of bed and stretched her body, then picked out a red dress from the wardrobe and put it on.
Afterward, she crossed her arms and slowly looked towards Chen Che, saying, "Recently, tell your men to keep a low profile. Someone from the Night Empire Headquarters has been sent over."
Chen Che immediately raised his eyebrows, stepping forward to help An Nishang lift the strap onto her fair shoulder.
Covering up a startling sight.
He asked, "Nishang, what does this mean?"
