Cheng Yanqing's eyes were exceptionally gentle, narrow and elongated like a serene pond. His eyelashes were long and black, extremely attractive.
Even though they had seen each other hundreds and thousands of times, every time she saw his face, she couldn't help but blush.
She stared blankly at his attractive face, somewhat lost in thought.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
But Cheng Yanqing didn't give Shen Lan a chance to speak at all.
As far as Shen Lan was concerned, she had no intention of pushing Cheng Yanqing away.
So, for this night, she would let loose.
...
Just as dawn broke the next day, the couple was still asleep. But the old lady had already arrived at their doorstep, carrying her homemade chicken soup with tremella.
All the while grumbling to herself.
Her son did not answer her calls all night, and she had no idea what he was doing.
How could she, as a grandmother, not worry?
