Zhao Qingxiu stopped silently.

Xie Lingjiang turned his back to her, stood on tiptoe to dry the clothes, and suddenly asked:

"Is he gone?"

"Um."

Zhao Qingxiu felt that Sister Xie stopped talking, and seemed a little disappointed and... regretful.

After a while, Zhao Qingxiu heard her cheering up tone again.

"I've hung up your clothes for you. Come on, let's eat porridge."

The two girls sat at the table. Xie Lingjiang lowered his head to drink porridge and tasted the familiar Donglin Temple pickled radish, which Ouyang Rong brought back from Longcheng last time.

Halfway through the meal, the girl in the red dress suddenly raised her hand and brushed the hair beside the ear of the blindfolded girl in the white dress.

Zhao Qingxiu was a little shy, but then she heard her light words:

"I'm here to help you collect your clothes these days, but when he comes back, don't mention anything about me and just pretend I didn't come, you know."

Zhao Qingxiu was quiet for a moment, nodded in agreement, lowered her head again and couldn't help but smile. However, after noticing the angry look in Sister Xie's eyes, she tried her best to suppress the corner of her lips, stretched out a small hand, and gently

He tugged at the cuffs of the stern-faced Xie Lingjiang.

Gradually, the two women below, who were pulling their sleeves, held their hands together.

Xie Lingjiang turned away.

This time, she didn't let him go.
Chapter completed!