"yes."
Mei Shengxue replied softly.
The voice was a little brisk, wrapped in a handkerchief and a little vague, and the lips with the remnants of plum cake trembled slightly under his hand, inexplicably having a sense of being coquettish like a small animal.
Yu Yourong took back her hand, folded the dirty handkerchief, and handed it to Huaping, "Wash this handkerchief yourself and put it by my bedside after washing. Don't let those clumsy boys lose or damage it."
"Yes." The pair of peach blossom eyes on the charming face in the painting screen were soft and affectionate, bringing out the beautiful spring scenery. After being glanced at by Yu Yourong, she bowed and left with a smile.
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