Yitian woke up and felt cold. He was searching with his hand for the source of heat that always warmed him up, but it was gone.
He opened his eyes and rose sharply. Yitian looked at the vacant place next to him and cursed. It was an entire week that he woke up like this.
Freezing cold, alone and horny.
"Idiot," he muttered, breathed out to calm himself down, and went to take care of himself. Of his hygiene of course. After he was done, he put on some random clothes, not caring what it was, and stumped downstairs.
"Master Wang, the breakfast is not ready yet," he surprised the cook that was in the kitchen, working on the brutal amount of food that they always ate.
Somehow he felt endless respect for her that she always got up and took care of the meal, making it tasty and warm. Even though she was paid for it really well, she was really kind.
