"Lazybones, get up!"
On the phone, Zhao Qianyue's voice came through. Unbeknownst to her, Lin Fan was currently resting his head on his arm, enjoying Chu Shiyuan's morning wake-up service. Her well-trained tongue was exceptionally agile—though it didn't go so far as to blow his mind, his Iron Pestle was certainly like a Sky Pillar.
"You're already at the door, so why are you calling? You might as well come in and have a seat."
Lin Fan squinted his eyes, looking at Chu Shiyuan's beautiful face. She didn't need makeup—she was a top-notch beauty. Especially the allure unique to a young woman was something one could hardly resist. If not for her period, he would definitely seize the moment right there.
At the moment, with no place for his Sky Pillar to find relief, if Zhao Qianyue were to come up, they could have some morning exercise.
