"Uh, what about Miao'er?" Ye Qingyu was dumbfounded.
"What else can I do? I'm going to sleep, and you want to stay and admire my sleeping posture?" Ye Xuanye squinted his eyes, and the order to expel the guests was obvious.
"Okay, brother, you go to bed first." Ye Qingyu was helpless, turned her head and smiled sheepishly at Hua Miao'er.
