Pei Chenyang was suddenly parched and tongue-tied.
How had he never realized his clothes were this transparent? Or was it that the ones he wore were fine, and he never paid attention?
Zhao Mengmeng still squinted her eyes, sleepy while thinking about the rib soup from earlier.
Her stomach was even hungrier.
The sleep bug ran away, and she slowly opened her eyes, meeting Pei Chenyang's thoughtful gaze.
"Eh, Uncle Pei, you're awake? Did you sleep well last night?" Zhao Mengmeng's sleepiness suddenly seemed out of place.
Being under the same roof as the male god, and seeing his outrageously handsome face first thing in the morning, was a bliss too much to ask for.
Could such days last just a little longer?
"Morning, beautiful Mengmeng."
After Pei Chenyang finished speaking, he remembered her question and added, "It was fine."
"That's good to hear, sorry to have troubled you," Zhao Mengmeng said, her smiling eyes curving, blissfully unaware of her current situation.
