Done

When the sun rose from the horizon, there was finally no movement in the room.

Mo Yuan, who was guarding outside the door, secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She first replied to Ji Luo, then turned back to the kitchen and extinguished the fire in the stove.

The water in the three vats was already empty. She rubbed her sore arms, picked up the bucket, and went to the courtyard to fetch water. She couldn't help but think to herself that her Young Master and Miss were too good at stirring up trouble. However, she didn't know where Thirty Thousand had gone. There wasn't even anyone to boil water for her.

Thinking of this, she stopped fetching water. It seemed that she had not seen Thirty Thousand since Song Jingchen entered his new room last night.

In the new room, Shen Yijia closed her eyes and let Song Jingchen help her change into clean clothes. She felt a hand on her waist. She looked up and whispered in a muffled voice, "Hubby, don't…"