Zhuo Junyue slightly shifted his body, pulling her back into his arms, he murmured quietly, "Little niece, thanking your little uncle doesn't just happen with your sweet words, in a few days, your little uncle will let you show your gratitude properly."
Damn it! Beast!
That tiny bit of goodwill she just had instantly vanished at his words.
Su Ningyan felt like a pig being tenderly raised by him, just so he could devour her later.
She couldn't care less about it anymore, nestled against Zhuo Junyue, she quickly drifted to sleep.
The next morning, perhaps it was because of the strong brown sugar ginger tea she had before bed, she slept soundly during the latter half of night, waking up feeling refreshed and energetic.
She helped Zhuo Junyue to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then shaved off his stubble.
After shaving his beard, Su Ningyan chose his casual home clothes for him.
His tall and upright figure, his ethereal aura, he stood there silently like a graceful prince.
