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Yuan Yunzhong lifted his eyelids.

He met a pair of smiling eyes.

As if brimming with a pool of spring water, gentle and causing palpitations.

He was momentarily stunned.

Song Jiyun chuckled lightly, climbed into the carriage, sat against the wall, and asked him again in a teasing voice, "Why have you come?"

The jujube red wall of the carriage reflected her fair skin, tender as the spring bamboo shoots just pealed in spring, and her full head of crow-black hair shone exceptionally bright.

Yuan Yunzhong felt somewhat uneasy and turned his face to look out of the window, with the red mole on his earlobe seeming even more delicate and appealing.

"The mistress sent me to pick you up and take you home!" he said indifferently.

Song Jiyun was puzzled.