Qu Tan'er really wanted to bang her head against the wall and foam at the mouth.
Mo Liancheng, this guy? Was he, he not angry just now? Was he merely showing off his skills instead?
"The hour is late; we should be resting. But before resting, let's have something to fill our stomachs." At that moment, Mo Liancheng mysteriously produced a bowl of porridge mixed with various ingredients.
Qu Tan'er got up, took a look, and indeed, she was hungry.
After gobbling up the food, she wiped her mouth.
Mo Liancheng smiled seductively, lifted her in his arms again, and walked toward the bed.
Outside the window, it was deep into the night, pitch black.
This time, the two of them truly rested…
The next day, early morning.
Qu Tan'er woke up to find that Mo Liancheng was no longer by her side.
"Master, you're awake." Jing Xin brought in a basin of hot water, wet a towel, and handed it to her.
"Hmm, where is he?" Qu Tan'er asked casually.
"The Prince is in the study."