There was no light at the wigwam ahead, but the moon was strong.

Pei Yuanjun could be seen lazily leaning against a protruding rock, dressed in a purple king's robe with four claws as a python.

Picking his sleepy phoenix eyes with a bit of sass, looking at the stunned and bewildered Qu Mo Ying, Pei Yuanjun smiled, "What, don't recognize it?"

"How did you come here?" Qu Mo Ying subconsciously looked behind her, in the past days Pei Yuanjun sneaked over, all in her courtyard, ...