Wash his hands and make soup for her (1:

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Ning Qing slept for the entire afternoon.

He was woken up by a nightmare.

In her dream, she kept calling out Nian lie's name. When she woke up, her mind was empty.

Looking around, he was not by her side.

She got out of bed in a panic. When she opened the door and went out, the servant who was cleaning the door was shocked.

"Young Madam, Zhenzhen."

"Where's Nian lie?"

young master is in the kitchen. Aiyoyo, slow down!

Putting her words to the back of her mind, ning Qing rushed to the kitchen.

As soon as he approached, a fresh fragrance wafted into his nose.

She slowed down her pace and walked through the door.

The man's tall figure stood there, his back straight. His gray casual pants were wide and wrapped around his slender legs. The lower hem of his clothes was pulled up, hiding his lean and strong waist under the fabric. His sleeves were casually rolled up to his arms, and the shallow muscle lines were perfect.