Luo Chuan put down the Magic Phone and stretched deeply.
He was ready to get out of bed.
Compared to Luo Chuan, Yao Ziyan dawdled for quite a while before finally crawling out from beneath the covers.
She was still wearing the clothes she had changed into after soaking in the hot springs.
The clothes provided by Snow Maple Pavilion worked perfectly well as both pajamas and bathrobes.
After whispering something to Luo Chuan, she hurried out of the room.
Luo Chuan watched Yao Ziyan's retreating figure disappear beyond the door with some amusement, then walked over to the window.
The snow had stopped. Through the window, he could see the rolling mountains in the distance and the vast lake.
He could not help recalling a line of poetry he had once studied: Rime and mist stretched boundlessly; sky and clouds and mountains and water, above and below, were all one white...
Qing Yuan had originally intended to find Yao Ziyan and have breakfast with her. She knew which room was Yao Ziyan's.
But just as she was about to knock, she saw Yao Ziyan, dressed in pajamas, push open the door of the neighboring room and walk out.
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
After freezing for several seconds, Qing Yuan turned and left. "I didn't see anything..."
Yao Ziyan: "...Come back!"
Qing Yuan stopped, asking miserably, "You're not going to kill me to silence me, are you?"
Yao Ziyan could not help rolling her eyes. "What do you spend all day thinking about?"
Qing Yuan came to Yao Ziyan's side and looked her up and down.
Yao Ziyan felt uncomfortable under her gaze and glared. "What are you looking at?"
"That was the boss's room, right?" Qing Yuan wore a teasing smile.