It was unclear how much time had passed when a faint fragrance wafted through the air.
"Madam—"
Madam Lin pushed open the glass door, about to call out to Mu Anran, but suddenly closed her mouth.
On that lounge chair, Mu Anran was entirely curled up in Yu Lingqian's embrace, sound asleep.
The milk-yellow blanket almost completely enveloped her, and she seemed very peaceful, her pretty little face occasionally rubbing against Yu Lingqian's chest.
Yu Lingqian was tall and handsome, while Mu Anran was delicately gorgeous.
The two of them just lay there quietly, as if they composed a stunningly beautiful scene.
So much so that Madam Lin could hardly bear to disturb them.
She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, when Yu Lingqian suddenly opened his eyes.
His deep, dark eyes briefly swept over Mu Anran's tranquil face before he looked up at Madam Lin.
Madam Lin quickly lowered her voice, "Sir, the meal is ready, see—"
Yu Lingqian responded indifferently, "Mm, I know."
