Chapter 27: People are as light as chrysanthemums

When I got upstairs, I felt that there was gauze dancing everywhere, and there was a figure faintly in the depths of the room, and after all, this is someone's boudoir. Sister's boudoir, Song Qingshu is not good, so I had to lightly cough, to show that someone came up. "Who?" Although Ling Shenhua was startled, she didn't show anything special, just asked casually.