Before long, the hair draped over the head was gathered up, and then there was a cold touch on the neck.
The corners of the lips slowly curled up.
The two stayed in the bedroom, and even if they didn't speak, the atmosphere was warm.
Mu Jinhuan accompanied Nan Wan to drink a bowl of porridge. After the two of them washed up in the bathroom, they cuddled and fell asleep.
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When Nan Wan woke up, it was already noon.
The spot next to her was cold, did he work so hard when they didn't sleep until over five?
After taking a shower, she casually threw on a coat over her pajamas and went downstairs. In the living room, there was only Barton and Aunt Zhou.
Aunt Zhou placed the rag on the coffee table, went to the kitchen, brought out a cup of warm milk, and handed it to Nan Wan, smiling as she said, "Sir is in the backyard."
Nan Wan nodded, took the glass, walked a few steps towards the back door, and then stopped.
