The next day, Jiang Qing'e breezed out of Li Luo's room, looking refreshed after a good night's sleep. Li Luo waited for a long while before he skulked out of his own door in a grumpy mood.

Man, it hadn't been a good night.

Being in the study alone had been uncomfortable.

"Jiang Qing'e, you little minx," he swore to himself.

"Li Luo!!" A voice called out to him, shrill with a hint of hysteria. He turned around to see Lu Qing'er standing by the staircase. She was staring at him wide-eyed, both furious and frustrated.

"Oh, hey, Qing'er." Li Luo waved.

"Did Senior Jiang spend the night in your room?" she demanded in an enraged whisper.

Li Luo nodded.

Her little hand clenched and unclenched, but she did not lose her temper. She had seen Jiang Qing'e walk...