It wasn't until nightfall that the man on the bed finally opened his eyes.
The second he opened his eyes, Qiao Ruoxin's beautiful face entered his sight.
"Congratulations, Brother Mo Chen, you've slept for ten hours and three minutes. Don't you feel well-rested?"
Mo Chen was slightly startled, then abruptly sat up, his hand still tightly gripping Little Ghost's wrist.
"I've slept for an entire day?" His voice was low and slightly hoarse.
Qiao Ruoxin blinked, "Yep."
He released her wrist, only then noticing that the delicate skin had reddened in a circle.
Mo Chen picked up his phone and glanced at it, countless missed calls, along with an international long-distance call from his father.
The phone vibrated again.
He pressed answer and held it to his ear, his expression instantly darkening, he barked angrily, "Let him sue! Apologize on behalf of your old man? Dream on!"
Mo Chen hung up the phone and stood up sharply.
