"I'm a little hungry."
Yu Lingqian looked at her.
Mu Anran was startled, Hungry? Just ask Madam Lin to make breakfast, can watching me make you feel full?
But of course, she didn't dare to say that out loud.
She just turned her head in surprise, "Madam Lin is not here?"
"She's gone back to her hometown."
"Oh... then I'll go down and make you breakfast." As soon as Mu Anran moved, she slid down from the washstand.
But this guy, Yu Lingqian, showed no awareness of making room for her.
On the contrary, he leaned forward, forcing her to lean back a bit.
"Put your shoes on, the floor is quite cold in the morning."
"Oh, okay!" Mu Anran nodded hurriedly, and as she was about to stretch out her hand to push him, she heard him speak again:
"Also, put your pants on. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't do something to a patient who's just recovering from a serious illness."
Pants...
Mu Anran looked down and suddenly realized the situation.
