Ye Fan got dressed, left the bedroom, and walked into the living room, immediately hearing Tantai Wanrong's sweet and gentle voice: "Xiao Fan, you're awake?"
Ye Fan couldn't help but turn his head toward the voice and saw Tantai Wanrong bringing a steaming dish of greens from the kitchen to the dining room. She was wearing a simple and elegant long home dress, her long black hair cascading over her back, her figure tall and slender with graceful curves, her face stunningly beautiful, with a demeanor of elegance and nobility. A soft smile hung on her delicate face, lighting up the entire living room.
Looking at Tantai Wanrong, Ye Fan involuntarily recalled last night's incident; although nothing truly happened, it was awkward enough.
"Yes. Good morning, Aunt Rong." Ye Fan's gaze inadvertently shifted away from Tantai Wanrong's graceful figure and stunning face.
