"Ruohan, calm down, don't bother your brother again." Jiang Fan held her back, sternly admonishing her.
This was no time to joke around. Quan Jingwu had made his move; if the matter was uncovered, Quan Jingwu would not forgive Ruohan. Now, all they could do was let Yihen handle it.
Chu Ruohan stood dumbfounded in the same place, her eyes dully staring at the empty hallway.
...
The morning fog dispersed, inviting the warmth of the sun to sneak through the veil and into the room.
In the large bed, the man had already awoken, his deep purple eyes crystal clear, occasionally revealing a touch of cold sharpness.
He lowered his gaze to the sleeping person in his arms, a touch of fondness curling upon his thin lips.
Perhaps due to the man's intense gaze, the woman's curled eyelashes fluttered, slowly revealing her captivating eyes.
"Wife, did you sleep well?"
The man's deep voice fell into Jian Qing's ears, the sensually rising tone made her heart flutter.
