This insult, delivered with infinite indulgence...
Yet it snapped her back to reality; reminded by him, she looked out the window and indeed, the sun seemed to have shifted westward.
"My lord, I obey, and I will rise immediately," she hurriedly lifted her little face, yet with a hint of mischief.
"Mhm," he nodded slightly.
His handsome profile was so stunning.
It was still him.
The likelihood of Chengcheng wrapping his arms around her in a weeping mess was improbable and not at all his style.
Qu Tan'er quickly got up, her clothes wrinkled from sleeping, as if she had thrown on a set of clean and comfortable ones. After washing up and tidying her appearance, she stepped out of the bedroom to find a table full of delicious food already prepared outside.
Mo Yifeng, that guy, was actually there too?
"Hey, Clan Leader, had a good sleep? Good morning!" she greeted without any formality.
When she mentioned "had a good sleep", she deliberately paused.
