"Hey, Su Qingdai, this young lady will sleep on the big bed, you go sleep on the floor, got it?"
In the courtyard where Zhao Rong and the others were staying, in the western wing, a lively young girl with casually tied double ponytails arrogantly commanded.
She puffed her cheeks slightly and glanced sideways at the woman in a black dress quietly reading at the table inside.
"I won't sleep, I won't fight with you for it, I need to rest my mind in peace tonight." Su Qingdai shook her head and turned another page of her book.
"Hmph, that's for the best."
Little Qian'er nodded.
She was wearing a thin close-fitting nightdress, her skin and hair emitting a fresh fragrance after bathing. If it were any other day and she was sharing a room with Zhao Rong, Zhao Rong would surely want to 'fragrance' her for a while, but tonight...
The little girl glanced at the quiet Su Qingdai, snorted, and turned over to crawl under her small blanket.
