I'll be gentle

Duan Jintian didn't talk much usually, but at this time, she couldn't help but tell Xirong fuchen everything she was thinking.

Xirong fuchen listened patiently.

Just like that, a long time passed unknowingly.

Although Xirong fuchen still wanted to hold onto Duan Jintian, he was rational.

Any longer and Duan Jintian would go hungry. After all, he had exhausted her last night. He couldn't let her go hungry again in the morning.

Xirong fuchen kissed Duan Jintian's forehead and said,"Tian 'er, lie down for a while. I'll go prepare breakfast."

Although the presidential palace had a special Royal Chef, Xirong fuchen liked to cook for Duan Jintian most of the time unless necessary.

Sometimes, when Duan Jintian had nothing to do, she would get some fruits at home and eat them with Xirong fuchen on the sofa.

In fact, Xirong fuchen was living like a normal person now.

When she was done, she would eat, take a walk, watch TV, and discuss with Duan Jintian.