He looked toward the source of the voice as a graceful figure quietly landed.
With that exquisite face and tall, slender figure, who else could it be but Ying Huanhuan?
Today, Ying Huanhuan wore a white top and green trousers, her hair tied in a high ponytail. Her bright big eyes sparkled, and she looked impossibly pure.
A playful smile hung at the corner of her mouth as she skipped toward the pavilion.
"I'm here."
"Huh? Sister, you're here too!"
Seeing Ying Xiaoxiao, a hint of surprise appeared on Ying Huanhuan's pretty face as she asked.
"Yes. I came to see whether Senior had settled in comfortably and whether he needed anything."
Ying Xiaoxiao lightly brushed the hair at her forehead back to her temples and explained.
Her purpose in coming had not been entirely pure. Coupled with what had just happened, seeing Ying Huanhuan made her feel inexplicably flustered.
Her already flushed face reddened even more.
"Oh, so that's how it is. But Sister, why is your face so red?"
Looking at Ying Xiaoxiao's rosy cheeks, a trace of confusion flashed through Ying Huanhuan's big eyes.
"Sister is... well, a little hot."
A flicker of panic passed through Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes as she answered guiltily.
"Hot?"
Ying Huanhuan froze for a moment, suspicion flashing across her pretty face.
It was early in the morning. Hot?
What a joke!
She glanced at Ying Xiaoxiao, then at the composed Lu Yunxiao, and her big eyes narrowed.
Her gaze gained a few more traces of scrutiny.
That look made Ying Xiaoxiao afraid to meet her eyes.
Normally, Ying Huanhuan was the one most afraid of her. Yet today, Ying Xiaoxiao felt terribly guilty beneath Ying Huanhuan's gaze instead.
"Ahem, Huanhuan, you came to see Senior because...?"
Ying Xiaoxiao hurriedly changed the subject.