Feng Li walked over briskly, "This won't do! It's only been a few days, and Young Madam dares to lock you out. Soon she'll be tearing down the house! She must be disciplined!"
"In your opinion, how should I discipline her?" Ye Gushen turned around and took the thermos from Feng Li's hand.
Feng Li couldn't determine the meaning behind Ye Gushen's deep, enigmatic gaze at that moment, but he felt his suggestion was quite good.
Suddenly he heard Ye Gushen's indifferent voice, "Still not leaving?
"Don't want to!" Feng Li immediately marched off.
He didn't dare look at Ye Gushen either!
The next day, Tang Suiyu lazily turned over in bed, smacking her small arm on the edge of it, "Ah... so hard!"
She sat up abruptly, rubbed her messy short hair, and tilted her head, sitting on the bed for nearly twenty minutes before sleepily getting up.
Early morning, when she's the drowsiest.
She's usually a night owl!
