The white hamster scratched its own butt while watching Hou Muyan, who was leaning on the dressing table with both hands, his face almost stuck to the mirror.
Why are men so vain these days? Waking up early in the morning just to look in the mirror.
The white hamster yawned. Its butt really hurt. If it weren't for the fur covering it, it would see the faint bite marks in two rows on its round butt...
Hou Muyan, barefoot and as light-footed as a dancing bear, dashed out of the room.
Zhou Qi happened to come upstairs and saw Hou Muyan's flying figure. He was momentarily stunned: "Young Marquis, where did you come from?"
Hou Muyan's smile was like a breath of spring breeze. His face was handsome, but with his usual rebellious and unapproachable expression, he seemed like a hot-tempered wealthy young master.
Yet today, the smile on Hou Muyan's face made him seem like an angel bathed in holy light.
He said, "I came from the mistress's room."
