"Mm—"
Mu Anran was startled and abruptly woke from her drowsiness.
Through the mirror in front of her, she saw Yu Lingqian behind her.
The beige casual knitwear softened his facial features.
"Awake?"
A low, husky voice sounded in her ear, very pleasant to hear.
Mu Anran quickly yanked the toothbrush out and mumbled, "Um... Young Master Yu, why are you here?"
"I was about to take a shower when you barged in."
Yu Lingqian looked at the little person in the mirror.
She wore a men's white shirt, with a few buttons undone at the front, revealing glimpses of the splendid view beneath.
The hem of the shirt left a pair of fair, straight, and slender legs exposed.
His gaze darkened, "Did you sleep well?"
"It was, it was okay." Mu Anran stole glances at him: The man's features were soft, he seemed to be in a good mood. Does that mean Nie Xianyang's affair is just going to be smoothed over?
Yu Lingqian's fingertips lifted the edge of the garment and began to nibble gently.
