C23 Only Zhixian Could Live in Peace
In the back courtyard of the restaurant, within a quaint loft on the second floor, Ye Chuxue shed his cyan silk jacket and slipped into a snow-white night robe. He wasn't sleeping; instead, he sat quietly on the bed, cocooned in a small blanket.
Ye Chuxue anticipated that Mr. Ye would surely come to have a heart-to-heart with him soon
