"It is a remarkable talent to keep things hidden."
Qi Ling silently closed the book in her hand and ignored the noise outside. In the huge study room, she jumped down from the table and found Qi Shang lying on the window sill. The sunshine today is very good, giving Qi Shang a layer of soft light. Behind him are rows of bookshelves. Qi Ling puts the books back to their original places with difficulty, picks up the corner of her white skirt, and approaches with gentle steps. Putting himself into his brother's arms little by little, Qi Shang felt the movement in his arms. Without opening his eyes, he moved, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep while holding Qi Ling. Qi Ling also closed her eyes. The room was peaceful.
After a long time, the farce outside the door finally ended.
The door was kicked open rudely, and a dozen men in black with guns surrounded the two of them. The head of the Qi family with a gloomy face and his wife with tears on her face came in later, and the proud smiles of the descendants of the Qi family's branches could be vaguely seen outside the door.
Intention: Family ties come first and self-love is the foundation.