First, Xiu Yan began to steam purple fruit rice, then he sliced hummed beast meat into aptly thin and thick slices, took out a few fruits that Amu had given him for seasoning, prepared everything, and went to the bedroom to wake Ji Nuan.
Ji Nuan, who was in the middle of a dream, suddenly felt it hard to breathe. She hastily opened her mouth as if she was a fish gasping for oxygen. She opened her eyes in a bit of a daze. Seeing the big hand in front of her face, her mood instantly fired up, "Who the hell is this, trying to pick a fight?"
She sat up angrily and turned her head around: "Uh...Brother Xiu Yan?"
Watching Xiu Yan's stalwart and hunky physique, Ji Nuan unconsciously pinched her own soft belly, hysterically mocking herself in her mind.
She chuckles, forget it. She probably wouldn't even win against his little finger.