After a night of lingering, when Shen Xiaoxiao woke up in a daze, she saw that her hand wound had already been changed. Yan Kuan was no longer in the room. Her body was very dry. She looked at her pajamas and smiled. This man had been as meticulous and gentle as ever all these years.
However, it was already past 11 o'clock. It was time for breakfast.
But for some reason, Shen Xiaoxiao felt that she had forgotten something. She opened the door and walked out. Just as she went downstairs, she saw two other women sitting on the sofa with drowsy eyes.
But they looked even more pathetic than Shen Xiaoxiao.
"Did you guys get cleaned up?"
"You say it like you didn't get cleaned up."
