Dragging the chair behind, Mingshen took his seat at the breakfast table.
"Why are you looking like a ghost first thing in the morning?" Yang Bingqing frowned while enjoying the delicious toast of butter and jam.
Instead of answering her, he looked around him. "Where is Spicy?"
"She left early in the morning."
"Oh."
Her eyes narrowed. "Hm? Hm? Hm? I smell something funny. If this was really you, then your face would have dropped into a gloomy depression but somehow you don't care now?"
"It's not like she is going to have an affair."
"Ohoho! So it means it would have bothered you if she had been meeting someone~?" Her eyes blinked cutely.
"Mom, you are too free these days," he grimaced.
"And you look too grumpy these days. Especially today. What happened? Didn't sleep well last night."
His brow twitched for a moment. "Sleep was fine."
She gasped. "You had a wet dream!"
"..."
