Looking at the time and just about to go upstairs to check on the situation, I saw them both coming down.
From afar, Qing Yi was drawn to the red marks on Jun Moyan's neck.
Although his neck was red from Wen Xiao'ai's rubbing, the strawberry marks and the bite marks were still very noticeable and could be seen at a glance.
Qing Yi's eyes widened, then she quickly looked away, pretending she hadn't seen anything.
She thought to herself, "Third Master, this is a bit... beastly."
Just yesterday, he had seriously claimed that there was nothing between them, that she was just a child, and that they did nothing but sleep.
He made it sound like they had impure thoughts.
What's the deal with that neck today?
Did he think that by rubbing his neck red, no one could see it?
Doing such a foolish thing, where's the intelligence?
"Qing Yi, morning – Xiaocha, morning –" Wen Xiao'ai greeted them with a smile.
"Miss Wen, morning."