To prove she truly hadn't taken the wrong medicine, Meng Qianqian retracted today's debt repayment.
She rolled over, turning her back to Lu Yuan, and angrily kneaded her pillow.
Before three breaths passed, the sound of even breathing reached the tip of her nose.
Lu Yuan chuckled, unsurprised: "This Governor knew it."
After rushing for two months without stop, even being taken care of was exhausting. Let alone being the one caring for others—how could she possibly have the energy for any wild escapades?
Lu Yuan pulled her into his embrace.
Though clearly asleep, her body seemed to remember him. It instinctively turned over, nestled itself into a comfortable position in his arms, and drifted deeply into dreamland.
Liu Muye didn't need the younger generation to follow rules she laid down—except Liu Qingyun, whom she called up to help clean the Temple.
Liu Qingyun yawned repeatedly as she trailed behind.
