Sisi’s peach blossom eyes stared unblinkingly into Zhao Changhe’s, both pairs of eyes deep and unreadable, like bottomless pools where no emotions could be discerned.0

Yet everything around them seemed to fade into the background; even Yue Hongling, who was watching the scene with amused interest, resting her chin in her hands, began to blur.0

Sisi heard her own voice, distant as if in a dream, “Laoye~ You’ve worked hard. What reward do you want?”0

As soon as she said this, it was as if she suddenly came to her senses. She quickly glanced at Yue Hongling, then instinctively tried to tuck her little feet under the small stool.0

But the stool was too small to hide her feet, and in her awkward attempt, she almost tumbled forward with an “Ah!”0

Zhao Changhe, without missing a beat, reached out and gently supported her by her shoulder. “My arm injury is nothing serious, saintess. There’s no need for such concern.”0

From others’ point of view, it really did look like Sisi had leaned forward to check on his arm…0

Sisi took a deep breath and finally sat back down, calming herself. She said lightly, “I’ll grant you a reward later.”0

Zhao Changhe smiled slightly. “Alright.”0

Lei Zhentang had been mulling over the situation for a long time, filled with...0