"What!?"
"You want Jinxiu to warm my bed tonight?"
The next morning, as the bright sunshine filled the air, Jiang Shouzhong was having breakfast. He hadn't even swallowed the mouthful of steamed bun when he heard Ran Qingchen's nonchalant remark, and he froze in place.
Jinxiu's bright eyes suddenly widened, shimmering with disbelief.
Thinking back to the scene she witnessed the night before, the girl thought: Could it be that the young mistress and the master are going to share a room, and therefore they're sending me there first to warm up the bed, to give the master some experience, a preview of sorts?
At this thought, the girl's cheeks flushed red, and her clear eyes sparkled with excitement and joy.
Jinxiu, oh Jinxiu, your good days are coming.
Ran Qingchen sipped her plain porridge expressionlessly, speaking in an even tone:
