Summer nights were filled with the croaking of frogs and the chirping of cicadas.
In the past, Jiang Xuesui only found these sounds noisy and disruptive to sleep, but tonight she was grateful that the frogs and cicadas were considerate, serving as a good cover.
The room was scented with a refreshing fragrance of asarum, and although the copper tripod in the corner was piled high with ice, she felt the gauze bed curtains were as hot as a furnace.
“Brother.”
Her voice was hoarse.
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