Qin Moyu walked over to the bed and sat down. He patted the wriggling covers and could not help but laugh. "Lingling, what are you doing?"
"Did you get drunk too and accidentally walk into the wrong room?"
As his words fell, the blanket before him shifted slightly. A little head of silvery-white hair cautiously poked out—it was Ye Lingling.
"Hehe~ Good evening, Brother Mo Yu~!"
Ye Lingling's eyes curved into crescents, and a mischievous smile hung on her face. Her fair, round little face was flushed as she giggled. "Since I'm already here, Brother Mo Yu, why don't we be a little more honest with each other?"
As she spoke, Ye Lingling lifted a small corner of the blanket. Moonlight spilled across the bed, revealing a stretch of her snow-white shoulder. Her slightly immature movements made the girl seem hazy yet alluring...
"Brother Mo Yu, actually... you've always known about the diary, haven't you?" Ye Lingling asked softly, though her tone was full of certainty.
"Oh?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Qin Moyu's eyes. Raising a brow, he asked, "You're that sure?"
"At first, I didn't notice either..."
Ye Lingling shook her head, her cheeks flushing crimson. With a slender finger resting against her rosy lips, she smiled sweetly. "But after spending time with you today, so many little details were too unusual. Little by little, I began to suspect it."
"Then, when I went to the restroom at the restaurant, I secretly asked Sister Xue Ke about it. That was when I completely confirmed my guess."
"Xue Ke again? What exactly is she thinking?" Hearing that familiar explanation, Qin Moyu could not help shaking his head with a laugh.
It had been the same with Dugu Yan, and now even Ye Lingling. He truly could not figure out