Ye Linlang carefully lifted the quilt. Her movements were very light. She looked back at Jiang Qiran, who was still sleeping peacefully, and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
Phew, it seems that Jiang Qiran wasn’t woken up by me!
Ye Linlang raised her delicate little eyebrows, and then tiptoed toward the table with the eyebrow pencil.
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After finding the murder weapon, Ye Linlang felt even better.
Like a little mouse, she returned to Jiang Qiran’s side.
She squatted beside Jiang Qiran’s bed and tentatively stretched out her pen, wanting to draw a turtle on Jiang Qiran’s smooth forehead.
However, Ye Linlang didn’t expect that before the tip of her pen fell, someone quickly snatched away her murder weapon and threw it to the side!
“Ah!”
Ye Linlang widened her eyes in shock. She didn’t know when, but the young man who was resting on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile.
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