Minghe activated a skill: stomping.
An invisible ripple slid under the bed.
Qin Yi, who had been concealed, could no longer stay hidden—he was literally shaken out of his concealment, forced to reveal himself.
Red-faced, he rolled out, scooped Minghe up in his arms, then flipped over headfirst and dove into the bed curtain.
All done in one smooth motion, like a dragon swimming through water.
Minghe pounded him hard from inside his embrace. “Let go of me! What do you think you’re doing?”
Yaoguang and Xiyue couldn’t help laughing; they even forgot about their own situations.
Yaoguang hadn’t expected that the once emotionless Youyou Minghe from his past life would become so adorable.
Mischief climbed into her tone; she stretched her little foot out onto the couch and cooed, “Whose foot looks the prettiest?”