If I had to say the only feeling I had towards Ling Wangqing, it would be that after getting close to him today, the comfortable and pleasant feeling had faded a little, but overall, I still felt as close to him as before, so Shen Wuyu didn't care.
Bai Yumo, Yan Qingli, and An Lanqing, who had been with Ling Wangqing for a long time, could clearly feel the air around them getting a few degrees colder...
The three of them looked at each other, sighed inwardly, and said nothing more.
Suddenly, they heard a noisy sound outside the inn. Everyone turned around and looked at the door, only to see several waiters busy carrying large and small colorful lanterns, as well as stacks of rice paper with poems written on them, as if they were going to decorate the inn.
Shen Wuyou was watching intently when he suddenly heard An Lanqing chuckle and say softly, "It looks like the Qiqiao Festival is here, and everyone is busy preparing for it."
Bai Yumo nodded, put down her chopsticks after finishing her meal, and looked at the lanterns with some curiosity. Then she turned to look at him with a sly smile, "Who can write the most correct poems this year?"
An Lanqing smiled gently, his eyes full of doting: "Want to play?"
"Um!"
"good..."
Shen Wuyou looked at the couple flirting with an expressionless face: "......"
Then he turned to look at Yan Qingli, wanting to go to the Qiqiao Festival together, but he saw that the always arrogant Long Aojun was pestering Yan Qingli like a pup to go to the Xiangqiao Festival. The latter endured for a long time and agreed with a frown.
Shen Wuyou: “…”
Never mind, it’s fun to go shopping alone.
Shen Wuyou, who had made up his mind, never expected that when the Qiqiao Festival came the next night, he would be tied together with Ling Wangqing as a matter of course!
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