"Shen Qiyu, are you looking for death?"
Young Master Shen was sleeping soundly, basking in the warm afternoon sunlight, surrounded by the chirping of insects and birds in the mountains, breathing in the fresh air scented with the fragrance of flower buds—truly an idyllic place for dreaming.
However, his beautiful dream was interrupted, leaving him immensely irritated. He opened his eyes, and the blinding blue sky hurt his vision.
He shielded his eyes with his hand and then, finally, cast a sideways glance at the woman standing beside him, "Auntie, is there something you want?"
Calling her 'auntie' again, Wen Yi was furious. She smacked him with a stick, "Didn't I tell you to come and gather firewood? Why did you run off to sleep here? Do you have any idea? I thought you had gotten lost and wandered off."
Uh~~~ Lost?
Did she think he was still a three-year-old who didn't know any better?
