Suddenly, the two girls' heads tilted, losing consciousness, and slumped softly into Mu Qingge's embrace.
Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow, and when she looked up, there was already an extra person in the room.
After gently placing the two girls on the bed, Mu Qingge smoothed the creases on her clothing, stood up, and said to the unexpected guest in the room, "You really do like to come uninvited, don't you?"
Si Mo smiled indifferently; his stunning features instantly emitted a soul-stealing aura.
Ignoring the unwelcome tone in Mu Qingge's voice, he took two steps forward, raised his right hand, and opened his palm: "For you."
"What is it?" Mu Qingge looked down and saw a Blood Jade Hairpin resting in Si Mo's large palm, intricately carved with a bouquet of flowers she had never seen before. The flowers were exquisite and vibrant, the carved lines casual yet lifelike.
The temperament of this hairpin seemed quite similar to hers.
"Do you like it?" Si Mo asked.
