A dreamless night passed, and when Yanyan woke up the next day, Ming Yihan's handsome face loomed large before her, his eyes closed, the lashes like little brushes casting a dark shadow on his eyelids.
"Awake?" His closed eyes suddenly opened, and Ming Yihan looked at the person in his arms with doting affection.
Zhiyan said nothing, her gaze still on his face, but her thoughts drifted to the previous night, and suddenly her cheeks flushed red, and she buried her little head in his chest.
"Alright, time to get up, everyone is waiting outside," Ming Yihan said, his lips curling up in a smile as he directly lifted the person in his arms.
Zhiyan pouted, and with a thought, she disappeared into the Qiankun Space. In a blink, she was fully dressed and flashed back out.
With the creak of a door opening, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, everyone's gazes immediately turned her way, each one of them looking at Zhiyan with great interest.
