The early morning sunlight bathed the ancient guest room of the Mu Se Mountain Villa in a warm glow. On the intricately carved wooden palm bed, beneath a thin cotton blanket, Mo Qianni lay against a soft white pillow, peacefully asleep. Her delicate features, highlighted by the soft light, appeared exceptionally graceful and full of alluring curves, resembling a slumbering palace concubine, exuding a lazy and captivating allure.
At this moment, the room's door slowly creaked open, revealing Yang Chen dressed in a black suit with a deep red tie. He carried a steaming plate of breakfast and walked in. Setting the white porridge and various exquisite side dishes on the bedside table, Yang Chen stood up and looked down at the still-closed eyes of the woman.
He couldn't help but smile wryly. "Hey, aren't we here to discuss serious matters today? Aren't you planning to get up?"
