Ye Xingbei: "..."
Although his words are annoying, his face is strikingly attractive.
He is as gorgeous as jade, a young master unmatched in the world.
That peerlessly beautiful face, coupled with his captivating gaze, is enough to ensnare one's soul.
Ye Xingbei's heart throbbed. She spat at him, adjusted her clothes, and left the tent blushing.
The little boy, hearing footsteps, turned to look and saw her. He immediately ran into her arms, embracing her with his little arms and looking up at her. Suddenly, he knitted his brows worryingly, "Mama, are you sick? Your face is so red!"
Ye Xingbei: "...No, I just got too hot from sleeping."
"Oh..." The little one was reassured. He looked behind her, "Where's Dad? Has he woken up?"
Gu Junzhu came out of the tent, "I'm awake."
