She lightly bit her lower lip, suddenly got up, and walked step by step toward Lu Jin'an.
Mu Qingyue watched her approach, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes, unable to hold back any longer... She had long wanted to witness Dongfang Xinglan's performance.
At this moment, Lu Jin'an seemed surrounded by them like a mother teaching her children, while the atmosphere inside the hall began to reach its peak.
Sitting on the bed, Zhiyu played with treasures while sneaking glances over here. In the past, she wouldn't have felt anything because she couldn't understand.
But now, with her growing maturity, she only felt hot.
Then she wondered if her Master could share a bit with her?
After all, she was small...
