Compared to Cheng Ying, Cheng Yaojia was the one truly in turmoil now. There was still a man hidden in her bed; if her cousin came over and discovered him, how could she ever face anyone again?
"Didn't I say I was afraid of passing my cold to you and indirectly harming Wushuang?" In this emergency, Cheng Yaojia had no good solution and could only bring up her previous excuse.
Cheng Ying shook her head. "At worst, we can have someone else help take care of Wushuang. Right now, I don't want to think about anything. I just want to quietly hold you, Cousin."
Seeing her draw closer and closer, Cheng Yaojia hastily used both hands and feet to push Song Qingshu to the other side. Then she turned onto her side, trying to use the quilt and her own body to block Cheng Ying's view.
Fortunately, Cheng Ying was distraught herself and failed to notice anything unusual. Seeing Cheng Yaojia half-sitting against the bed, dressed only in her undergarments and looking somewhat disheveled, she could not help teasing her. "Cousin, Brother-in-law has gone to Lin'an, yet you're still dressed so alluringly. Aren't you afraid of attracting a flower thief?" Though they were not as close as Cheng Ying was with Lu Wushuang, they were cousins, and Cheng Ying had received plenty of care from her when they were young. In all of Lu Mansion, aside from Lu Wushuang, Cheng Ying was closest to Cheng Yaojia, so such teasing was not at all inappropriate.
Cheng Yaojia blushed, thinking that there really was a genuine flower thief behind her right now. Not only did he steal flowers, he stole hearts as well.
"It's been so long since I last slept with you, Cousin. I really miss our childhood days." A nostalgic