1766. A Real Slap in the Face!
At that time, Mu Anran sat on the sofa in a daze, watching Yu Lingqian bustling around, making hangover tea for him.
Even though his handsome face had turned as dark as a pot sticker, he was still carefully attending to him.
Mu Anran suddenly felt: the greatest happiness might just be this.
"Honey, be careful on the way to work! It got too late last night, I need to go back to sleep."
"Okay."
Yu Lingqian lowered his head again, pecked lightly on Mu Anran's forehead, and then turned to leave.
Hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing, Mu Anran turned over, curled up in the warm quilt, and fell asleep within a few minutes.
Mu Anran didn't know how long he had been passed out before he was awakened by the urgent ring of the phone.
A fair, delicate hand reached out from under the quilt, groping for a long time before grabbing the phone.
A few seconds later, Mu Anran's nasal voice came from under the quilt: "Hello?"
