In the villa at the Imperial Mansion, Fu Mingyu lay on his back on the bed, waiting for a long time without receiving a reply from Wen Nuan.
He secretly guessed whether the little girl was resting and hadn't seen the message or was too shy to respond, imagining Wen Nuan's cheeks turning rosy, Fu Mingyu smiled and put down his phone, planning to sleep.
With a ding, his phone received a WeChat message.
Upon opening it, sure enough, it was an embarrassed expression with a red face.
With an even gentler smile, Fu Mingyu sent a moon emoji representing goodnight, and then peacefully drifted into slumber.
The next morning, it was a call that woke Fu Mingyu.
Xie Han, on the other end, was jumping in anxiety, "Bro, quickly check online, sis is about to be blackened into oblivion."
Fu Mingyu: ...
After a while, realizing his metaphor wasn't quite right, Xie Han paused momentarily and urged urgently, "Hurry up and think of something."
"Alright, I understand."
