In the bright sunlight, Jian Shichu could see every expression on her face clearly.
Her porcelain-white, tender skin, and every expression, every detail, every action on her face, could make him dizzy and entranced.
At home, even though Seventh Master Jian wasn't completely deprived, there were still three kids sleeping beside them. Clearly, the eldest wouldn't wake even during a thunderstorm, and even if the two younger ones woke up, they wouldn't understand what was going on, but Seventh Master Jian still felt like a thief, and couldn't fully enjoy himself.
Today, only the two of them were left in the tent, and it was during the exciting broad daylight.
The two of them enjoyed their time together, leaving Ye Qingci utterly exhausted.
She pinched Jian Shichu hard a few times, then lay on the pillow and fell asleep almost instantly.
When she woke up again, it was already evening.
