The day after New Year's Day.
Seeing that it was almost ten o'clock and there was still no movement in the second bedroom, Xue Mingqin finally couldn't help but walk to the door and knock.
"Knock knock knock... Rui Rui, Jiang Chen, it's time to get up for breakfast."
Inside the room.
The two young people, who had been brazenly indulgent the previous night, finally awoke, and Li Shuru, still bare-skinned, uttered a soft moan, uncharacteristically quickly covered her face with the quilt, and then kicked the scoundrel who had made quite a mess of her last night.
"Okay, Auntie."
Jiang Chen, who nearly rolled out of bed, didn't care to argue with her and hurriedly responded.
As the footsteps at the door receded, he sat up and looked at his phone for the time, only then realizing how late it was.
It was his first time visiting and sleeping in until this hour was indeed quite rude.
If anyone was to blame—
It was the temptations of love, the grave of heroes.
