The next day, Mu Hui woke up from Fu Siye's embrace. She caressed the man's furrowed brows and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Good morning."
The man opened his eyes as well. Two tiny shadows were reflected in his dark eyes.
"Good morning."
The two of them lingered for a few more minutes before getting up.
As they were tidying up, Mu Hui suggested, "Let's bring Tang Yu to meet the ninth master. He should be relieved now, right?"
As expected, Fu Siye nodded in agreement. It seemed like he was very satisfied with her performance the previous night.
Fu Siye originally wanted to drive, but the doctor said that he should continue recuperating. Therefore, Mu Hui would rather die than let him touch the steering wheel.
Tang Yu was once again caught up in between the two of them. She felt a little helpless.
