The next day, late in the morning.
The moment Ji Zhao opened her eyes, the intense scenes that had happened last night kept flashing in her mind. Caught off guard, her cheeks turned red.
It was as beautiful as the sunset in summer.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, she hurriedly pulled the thin blanket beside her and covered her face.
She bit the blanket nervously, her face full of shyness.
She was really crazy. She actually allowed Shen Yao to be so rash.
"You're awake?" Shen Yao sat on the side of the bed and gently lifted the thin blanket covering her head. He asked gently, "Mother has made red bean porridge. Do you want to try it?"
"Mother? Red bean porridge?" Ji Zhao suddenly lifted the blanket and reacted. "How can I let Mother cook? No, what time is it now?"
"It's late."
"Shen Yao, you… Boohoo…" Ji Zhao's eyes suddenly turned red as she glared at him aggrievedly.
